Everyone is born with something. Whether it be vast intelligence, Immense Strength or Incredible speed. It can be Psychopathy for another or Kindness to others. Everyone is born with something. But the only ones who have the RIGHT to thrive! The one...
2B looked confused at the sudden brightness of Pickles mood.
2B: What is it?
Pickle. turned to her with a wide smile still on his face.
Pickle: Something good.
2B got even more confused.
2B: What?
Pickle: Well let's say I will have a good time.
2B raised an eyebrow at his words still feeling confused.
1M: Excuse me!
Pickle and 2B looked at the person who called them. The person who called. Standing next to Commander White.
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The person was taller than 2B and stood at the same height as White yet still shorter than Pickle. She had purple eyes, and dark hair in a ponytail, She wore a white and purple coat over workout clothes. The person was looking at Pickle with excitement. White stepped forward and introduced the person.
White: This is the leader of the YoHRa medical unit, 1M.
1M: Nice to meet you!
Pickle smiled and extended his hand. 1M and White looked confused at his actions. White's Pod informed them what Pickle was doing. 1M quickly grabbed his hand and shook it.
White: The reason I am introducing you to 1M is because she had me requesting to meet you since she saw your result.
Pickle: Is that so?
1M: Yes! Mr Atlas-
Pickle: Call me Atlas.
1M: Yes Atlas. Your results are beyond what we have records of humans in our database. You surpass the peak human data we have. For that reason I want to conduct some experiments but only if you are ok with this.
Pickle rubbed his chin with curiosity.
Pickle: What are these experiments?
1M tapped her pad and a hologram of the experiments showed different types of activities could help in measuring the capability of the body.
Pickle: This seems interesting. Let's do this.
1M: Yes!
Soon they began the tests. Everyone watched from the side as Pickle was given a change of clothes. He was now wearing sports shorts with no shirt and was barefoot. In front of him was a thousand-metre makeshift racing track. 1M held a stopwatch in her hand and another android had a pad ready.
1M: Alright Atlas we are set. I want you to complete this track as quickly as you can. We have set up sensors to get a recording of your speed at fifty metres, a hundred metres, five hundred metres and finally at the thousand-metre mark. It will show here in the watch in my hand. Just say when you are ready we will begin counting down.
