Project Genesis

p r o j e c t G E N E S I S 3

What the hell was I thinking?

I swear, if my present self had the chance to meet my past self, my present self will smack the heck out of my past self.

Agent as an ambition? Who on earth would want that?

Moving slowly, I grabbed the whole-body leather black suit they sent me this morning and started to remove my robe.

Multiple groans after, my two legs are now on the suit. I just have to pull it up towards my whole body and—

"Good morn—"

What the heck.

Seriously?

Kill me.

What kind of person am I before to deserve all this kind of misfortune?

Neatly waxed hair, blue eyes, an evil smirk, black outfit; those were the best combo to have to be an official jerk, as I've observed from the past teen fiction books I've read. Plus the fact that he didn't even managed to say sorry and close the door immediately! Instead . . .

"Need some help out there, pretty woman?"

The smirk on his face quickly vanished as I grabbed the knife on my bedside table and swung it all over him.

Holy heck! That feels painful! I feel like my tendons have disintegrated.

He dodged it but I'm still pretty proud when the knife darted right into the door where his face was just a second ago.

"Nice try, woman. I'm impressed," the amusement plastered on his face.

"Get out!" I screamed.

I didn't felt relieved when the man closed the door.

Who the heck is he anyway? Is this really Planet Earth? Am I in a country where morality is exactly the opposite of where I was supposed to be?

I continued clothing myself until I was finished. The zipper test nearly killed me though. Whoever invented having the zipper on the back is crazy. Why not on the front?

What if I was Catwoman? That's why I was helping other people? Okay, this is insane.

I scanned the whole room again. The room where I stayed for a month.

At the corner of the ceiling, there's a CCTV camera hanging. I broke the first one they got me before by throwing a vase in it, the next morning when I woke up, hola! Another camera's creepily hanging up there.

Remembering the fact about the CCTV, I shook my head as I returned my gaze to the door.

One out of a hundred people, I guess?

Still glaring at the CCTV camera with a suspicious tiny red light, I went to see the view outside my window.

A park welcomed my sight. It has post lights with an odd design and I saw a group of children playing with a machine. A talking and waving machine.

I also saw a group of girls walking.

With a question and idea stuck on my mind, I talked loudly.

"I wish they can give me a summer dress like that. I guess it will make me more motivated to live."

I fought the urge to look at the CCTV camera again and so I just walked again towards my bed and wore the boots they gave me.

Compared three days ago when I met Dr. Z, I can walk and move better. Though the pain still strikes sometimes.

They gave me a special prescription to fasten my muscles and bones recovery. The reason behind is that . . .

I am an agent. Apparently. Unfortunately?