Luka Novak was a product of Deep State programs, hidden from the world most normal civilians knew of. Born into MK Ultra, modeled into the dark society to become a super soldier, battling other factions in the Deep State, battling extraterrestrial...
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Luka was almost seven and he was already fluent in thirty-five languages, and Dr. Malcolmson had realized his intelligence at an early age. He was beginning to learn the routines of everyone he worked with. He learned the abuse routine; he knew without needing to see a clock. It became a feeling. He knew when Carruthers was coming up and each time it would happen. Carruthers had ticks about him. He would get touchy when it came close to time. Even after Dr. Malcolmson threatened him, he still couldn't control what happened when he left for the day. He learned the schedules of the walk throughs, by listening to the noise outside his room. He knew who was on duty at the pace of their feet and how heavy their walk was. He knew boots from heels and heels from loafers. He started to watch camera rotations when he was out with Papa. It was as if something in his DNA was kicking in. Telling him what he needed to do.
He started to become severely punished when he teleported, so his new abilities allowed him to escape most of the time uncaught for a night to roam the halls, as he hid in the darkness to avoid the cameras. He slipped into closets to hide from the guards and nurses as they did their rounds. He roamed the hall as he heard a familiar voice. It was Papa's. He stood hiding against the wall near the cracked door as he took a quick glance. Dr. Malcolmson sat at his desk speaking with a man that was hidden by the door. "He is right where he needs to be, but we are having an issue with keeping him in place. He's getting out a lot. He's becoming tricky to contain." Dr. Malcolmson stated. "A lot of these designer babies start to show their potential around this age. It's that super soldier DNA shit they put into them. They get worse when they hit puberty." The man stated. Luka could hear the nuts in the glass bowl on Papa's desk being rummaged through. "I've dealt with special bloodline children and getting them ready for these programs, but this one is more difficult." Dr. Malcolmson admitted.
The man chuckled at him as Luka heard him shove the nuts into his mouth and started to chew. He started to speak with his mouth still full. "You already know why that is. How well is he on his telekinesis? You promised significant results six months ago." The man spoke. Luka continued to listen to the men as he closed his eyes and remote viewed into the room. He watched Papa. His blonde hair swept back as he sat with his elbows on the desk and his fingers to his chin, creating a gable at his lips. "His abilities are superb. Both him and Billy. They work off each other well. Billy is going to be our next big asset. "Ah yes, Reed, but you haven't been able to fracture him. Is he a designer?" The man asked as Dr. Malcolmson shook his head. "He is not." Dr. Malcolmson stated. "Then I am not worried about him. I'm worried about yours. We need to start getting him ready for other programs. If he is where he needs to be. Then we must do it. It's time. He can't be held under daddy's wing forever. They will be furious if you do that." The man stated. Dr. Malcolmson wanted to keep Luka close. He didn't want him in the other programs, but he knew he would have to let go. He couldn't go against the Higher Authority. "Jacob...I mean Luka. He will be ready soon." Dr. Malcolmson assured the man. "Jacob, who was that?" Luka thought to himself.
