A95
The room is pitch black, but I can still see the scientist walk around me, two carry new bags of Anesthesia, while three more prep the operating area. I’m laying, strapped down, to a cold metal plate, I feel two people pushing it to the tray of tools.
The lights flash, my eyes adjusting instantly. They begin putting the Iv into my arm, I hear a muffled voice, “ Give him two-thousand milligrams of Lidocaine.”
I hear someone hook two bags to the IV tree, hooking them to the needle already in my arm. The Drug burns it’s way through my body, which is fighting to stay awake. The Doctors check my vitals, “Give him another bag, stats are still rising.”
The assistant hooks another bag to the tree, and I can’t fight it anymore, my eyes close, and I fall into a deep sleep.
When I awaken, the procedure is done, and I’m back in my cell. The incisions on my arms and legs already healed. I Look over at the pile of medication sitting on my desk. Each of the pills sends a burning wave of pain through my body.
Not much else go’s on here, I sit in my cell, train, exercise, of carve in the wall. I walk over to the bench press set, setting the weight too five-thousand pounds. The first push took no effort, nor did the next three hours of training.
Two guards stand outside my cell, each with a shotgun, another two show and enter the door, “Dr. Johnson want’s too see you.” I set the bar back on the holder and climb off the bench.
After a few seconds, we’re standing by the door to lab one. “Dr. Johnson, he’s here.” The intercom remains silent, but the door rises into the ceiling. I step in, the smell of fresh blood still in the air.
“How are you feeling? Are the implants working?” I freeze, “Fine, they seem to work, I don’t really have any true way to test them.”
He types some words onto his computer, “Good, I’ll sign you for a session of live fire training. One last thing, it appears that E95 broke out of her cell again, at the same time you were missing, any comments?” I start to walk to the door, “None of your damned business.”
I’m escorted back to my cell, the new guards taking position outside the door. I walk back over to the bench press, noticing the weight has been turned to 7,500 lbs. I climb under the bar, pushing with almost no resistance.
I do this until a tray of food is passed through the door slot. After eating, they take me back to the operating room again.
After this surgery, I feel the metal plates welded to my bones. I take the pills placed on my desk, and lay back on the bed, falling into a dreamless sleep.
The next day, I wake up to the sound of drills. I’m already on the operating table, two drills going into my arms. I feel no pain as the drill connects with the bone, releasing drugs into the marrow.
I do feel the chemicals bonding to the inside of my bones. After the procedure, I’m sent back to my cell, barley able to walk, I fall onto the bed.
This cycle is all my life has been for the past twelve years, though I appear to be in my twenties. I stand at a staggering seven feet tall, and weigh almost 400 lbs, most of which is either metal, or muscle. I am A95, Amanti’s super weapon. My partner, E95 is half a mile away on the other side of the facility. I only get to see her for an hour a week, but it is the happiest time I have.
I wake, the guards taking me to the atrium. I stand for a few minutes, before the door on the other side of the room opens. She runs to me, and I to her. We collide with the impact of a freighter, our embrace tighter than any restraint.
A team of four guards and four heavy machineguns is looking at us, waiting for us to mess up.
“Are you alright?” the question I always ask her. “Yes, more so than usual. What about you?” I look in her eyes, “I’m fine.”
We walk to a table, taking seats opposite each other. I push the button that surrounds us in a sound proof wall.
“Now that we have some privacy, I need to tell you something,” I start. “Before you do, I don’t regret what I did.” she interrupts. I smile, such a foreign thing to me, “Not about that, I found a way to get you out.” Her eyes light up, “How?” I take her hand, “There is a Falcon docked on our level, just outside your cell. If we can get to it, we can get out.”
Her eyes turn dim, “That means you’ll have to fight the whole station to get to it. You can’t even do that.” I smile again, “No need, when they take us out of this room, I only have a short sprint before I get there.” “But…” “Don’t worry, I’ve gone over this a lot.” I hit the button to lower the soundproof walls.
The guards walked forward, taking us to the door she had came in. Just as we cleared the doorway, I raise my fist, and bring it down on the first guards head, which crushes with a satisfying crack. E95 Does the same with the guard ahead of her, just as I slam the next guard’s head into the wall. She drops her second as I ram the last two’s heads together, killing both instantly, then we pick up their riffles.
“Attention, A95 and E95 have gone rouge, lethal force authorized.” rang over the alarm.
We sprint to the next door, which guards are already coming from, I drop several with quick burst from the rifle. The rest fall back inside the door. We run by so fast, they don’t have a chance to fire at us, but they do start coming after us.
Less than fifty feet from the Falcon, I her E95 let out a Scream. I already knew she had been shot. I turn, helping her back up with one hand, firing the rifle with the other. I drop two more guards by the time she’s on her feet. I motion for her to go ahead. She starts to limp towards our escape. I drop to one knee, ready to gun down anyone that comes around that corner, which three more do.
She yells that she’s at the falcon, and I Start to turn, but more guards come around the corner at that moment. I don’t stop, I keep running for the falcon. She’s already in the cockpit, engines twirling the rotors.
A bullet goes into my right arm, and another two into my leg. I stumble, but don’t stop, less than ten feet to go.
The next bullet takes me to my knees. I yell, “Just go!” When I look up, I see her face, tears already streaming. “GO!” I order her again. She mouths the words, I’m sorry. And gets the falcon in the air.
The guards have surrounded me, and I only have ten bullets left in the rifle. I fire them, taking out two guards, then crushing another’s head with it. The rest charge me, one coming from the left, one from the right, and three from the rear. I punch the two in the left right in their chest, collapsing them both. The one from the right fires his gun, putting twelve more bullets in me. I throw him off the landing pad, but one of the last two bashes the back of my head, hard.
I fall, everything a swirl of color and sound. I grab at his legs, pulling him to the ground with me, slamming his head into the floor. The last hit’s the back of my head again, and every thing goes black. The last thing I recall, the guard saying “A95 has been captured. No, she got away.” With that, I lose consciousness, a smile on my face.
