"These results are bloody remarkable," Gregariza notched up his glasses, to cover his eyes wide with surprise.
"Well I hope that's a good thing," Nimio replied, half joking, half genuinely worried.
"No, yes, well, clearly, unless we are missing something." Gregariza said unassumingly.
All around, medical staff were checking vitals, listening to Nimio's heart beat, breathing rate and bodily processes that he had never even heard of before. Ten minutes passed, and he was eventually ready for testing.
"Off you go then," Gregariza told Nimio, still with a sense of disbelief mixed with nostalgia. "The first meta human," he muttered, as his creation was lead out the door into the physical and mental evaluation facility.
"Do you know how long we have been working on this, Jag?" Lucy asked Nimio proudly. He shook his head. "Neither. It's been an ongoing project ever since the company was founded, and now finally, my very own husband embodies the pinnacle of all of these years of work and research!"
"Blimey, it is a pretty big deal, isn't it," Nimio said, offering something of agreement, although he had other questions forming in the back of his mind.
Was he really about to take this all away from them? From his own wife?
"Well then, we better get this over with quickly, so we can get to the juicy bits. The company is going to officially announce the success to the Cast soon, to the Giver himself."
The title rang a bell in Nimio's memory. The Giver was the supreme leader of the Cast, worshipped by all his followers. For the Preachers, the main intelligence for the government, it was the highest honour they could ask for to be recognised by the Giver himself.
"I thought this was supposed to be a secret," Nimio said, puzzled.
"Oh, yes of course," Lucy said, "only the most important government officials will know of our success. But even so, that is more than enough recognition for me." She smiled at him, as if they were sharing a precious moment that they would go on to carry with them for the rest of their lives. The guilt in Nimio's stomach churned and grew.
"Better get cracking," she suddenly resumed, and the to his relief, the moment passed.
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Truth Stealers (Thief's Signal: Book 1)
Science FictionTrapped in a box with no way out, Jag doesn't remember how he got there, or why. But with time, as he slowly remembers snippets of who he is, he tries to piece together why he is there. But what is fact, and what is fiction? Is he dreaming, or is he...
