I slowly open my eyes in the same location where the doctors were ripping me apart. Everything seems fine. It was like they weren't even there to operate on me, but somehow I feel cold and dead inside. Then, I remember; the doctors were inserting the arms and legs that I saw earlier while I laid there powerless and crying in extreme, intense pain.
Feeling stronger than I did before, I sat on the bed thinking to myself how can I feel alive and dead all at once. More questions raced around my head until one of the guards from the MI came to me.
"Hello, MI-R-4859." the guard spoke to me in a serious, yet calm tone.
"Why do you call me that? I have a name, you know." I respond.
"We know, but we chose to call you MI-R-4859 because we need you to be a part of an experiment. You have already participated in half of it."
"I didn't had a choice in the matter."
"I can explain why now, but you'll figure it out when you test out your weapons." Wait... I have weapons now?!? WHAT HAVE THEY DONE TO ME?!?
I followed the guard with concern if I'm even human anymore. He lead me to this long, rectangular prism made of some sort of strong glass with pure white for the walls. The guard then told me to get in the test chamber and I slowly walked into the room. It's too bright for my eyes to handle.
"MI-R-4859," someone from an intercom boomed his voice in the room. "We installed two weapons in you. One for long range and one for close range melee attacks. Try pulling out your long range weapon." I followed what he said as I open my right palm to reveal a blue circle that's big enough to fit on my hand. Amazed, yet scared of this, I aim at the target that the MI agents pulled down.
My weapon began to charge up pretty quick as I release a powerful sound wave instantly defeating the flesh of a fake test dummy. Shocked by my new weapon, I questioned on who the MI wants me to become.
"That was just at 200 decibels," the person spoke once again. "Now, for your short range weapon." I didn't quite know what to do until I closed my palms and sharp, short, metallic daggers replace the outside of my arm.
When they start sending four drones to attack me, I charged at them at full force. The daggers went into their robotic skulls as I rip apart every inch of their bodies.
"That was pretty good," the person speaks one last time. "Now, lets get you into some real subjects." Fear is rushing through my body. I believe I know what they want me to become.
