Prologue
Britain 2029
The lab was absolutely spotless. Reflective silver surfaces in every direction. The only lighting in the room was artificial; from incubators containing the victims of the next 'experiment' and from computer monitors with complex formulae and diagrams distributed across the screens.
"There are some important people on the phone for you, Sir," a lanky woman with her hair tied back announced.
"Tell them I'm busy Fiona, the last phone call that you claimed to be of great importance was from virgin media claiming that I needed my television to be repaired! Honestly, when will you learn not to fall for such scams? I don't even have a television, how old fashioned do they think I am?" This voice came from a stout, middle aged man with greasy ginger hair that suggested he had not stepped into a shower for weeks.
"I really think you should take this call Sir, it's from... The government."
"Oh for goodness sake! Will you stop bothering me if I do?"
Slightly offended, the woman replied in a more timid tone, "certainly, Sir."
Snatching it from her hands, he screeched into the phone, "what are you worthless freaks trying to sell me this time?"
Cheeks flushing; he lowered his voice, "Oh I do apologise Sir, I thought it was junk mail again, they've been bombarding us with calls for months... An army you say? Hmm.. Invincible? Of course I'm interested... For the right price. Yes... Yes that price suites me just fine."
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Generation Infinosil
RomanceIt's 2050, the British government has entrusted a covert organisation, known as the 'rejuvenation', to construct an invincible army for them, that will result in the defeat of anyone courageous enough to challenge them. Witness this new and corrupt...
