Dystopia

Chapter 3

To the north, closer to the cold snow, and the Governing Elite, was the Military Elite Base. The largest military base in the globe to ever exist. Large enough, to cover what used to be Canada. 

A man wearing a white lab coat walked down the corridor of the western section of the base, the Birth Wing. The man was tall and broad, and his hair was dark with a military haircut. His eyes were grey and cold, with no trail of emotion, covered by a pair of lab eye-wear that had artificial intelligence. He walked down the corridor until he reached an iron door leading into the Humanoid Incubators. Recognizing his circuits, the iron door allowed him passage. He had orders from the Governing Elite itself to produce another set of soldiers. As he entered, the lights flashed a dark blue.

"Computer, show me the genetic data bases." The man commanded.

"Opening genetic data bases." the automated male voice responded. 

In the center of the circular room, a bright blue projection showed rows and rows of tiny letters that formed codes for each of the ten individuals he was about to create. With his eye-wear, he swiftly picked out sections of the DNA to manipulate, making some of these soldiers smarter, others stronger, and others faster. As he moved down the rows of coding, he came across the last soldier's DNA. He picked out a fragment to make him part of the Intelligence Task Force, but as soon as he made an attempt to change it, the computer protested:

"Are you certain you want to continue the procedure?" 

"Of course I do. Why wouldn't I?" the man answered. 

"There seems to be a coding error in coordinate twelve million and Z." 

"Show me coordinate twelve million and Z."

All other rows disappeared as the projection focused on said coordinates. The man stared hard into the coding but could find no error.

"Show me this coding error." the man commanded. 

"If you look closely, all other genetic data bases in the previous Humanoids appear to have the sequence RTGCAT00907012H87G in fragment coordinates twenty million and Z. This Humanoid carries the sequence RTCGAT11150212H87G, are you certain you want to continue the procedure or fix this sequence?"

"Fix it." 

The computer paused for a second then announced:

"Sequence is locked, solution or correction not applicable."

"What do you mean locked? No sequence is locked! Try it again." the man said as he looked perplexed at the projection. A pause followed.

"Sequence is locked, solution or correction not applicable." the computer repeated.

The man exclaimed then said:

"Fine then just leave it. Continue with genetic manipulation." 

The man and the computer continued to work and were finally done after many minutes. 

"Computer, set the Humanoids into the Fetal Stage." The man ordered.

"Setting new Humanoids into the Fetal Stage." The computer replied as ten tanks began to fill with a blue solution.

Once they were full, tiny dots appeared within. Soon, the dots started forming into the fetus of a human. The fetus developed at an abnormal speed.

"Now, initiate Prenatal Stage." The man said as he stared at his creations.

"Initiating Prenatal Stage." The computer said.

The fetuses evolved from a small shrimp into a full-fledged human baby of nine months. What would take months to create, the Birth Wing could create within an hour. The babies stirred and swam inside the tank, they were similar to a regular baby, yet they differed. These baby Humanoids did not have an umbilical chord. This was the way the Military Elite could identify them as part of their faction.

"Start the aging progress to twenty years." The man smiled.

"Starting aging progress to twenty years." The computer repeated.

The babies inside went from infants, to toddlers, to children, to adolescents, and lastly adults. 

In seconds, the children were no longer babies, but fully developed twenty-year-olds. They all looked static. All of them had black hair, that was yet to be cut, they all had their cold emotionless eyes an ashy hue. The tanks started to empty their blue contents and when that was done, the cylinders' doors opened. The men came out and stood bare-feet on the hard ground.

"Gentlemen, welcome to the Military Elite, from now on, you are all soldiers. It is your job to repeat the Sacred Oath of the Military Elite and live by it." The man spoke proudly. "I shall serve, obey, and give my life to the conquering of the Isolone. I shall not fail or betray the Isolone. If I fail to comply with any orders, it is upon me to end my miserable life."

"I shall serve, obey, and give my life to the conquering of the Isolone. I shall not fail or betray the Isolone. If I fail to comply with any orders, it is upon me to end my miserable life." The men repeated in unison.

"Now come, let's get you registered and dressed."

The men followed their superior in a straight, perfect line. During registration, they were all given a code name, sent to their corresponding Task Forces, and dressed.

"Your code name is I-111502. You belong to the Intelligence Task Force, you'll find clothing in your designated ward." A man with headphones with a microphone said.

"Thank you, sir." I-111502 bowed his head and proceeded along to his place. Somehow, he knew how to get around even if it was his first day in the Military Elite.

He walked down the corridor and soon found the Intelligence Task Force Wing. He searched for a ward labeled I-111502. He found it and stood in front of it, a small camera analyzed his DNA for security, and allowed him passage. As he entered, he looked around.

He soon found grey underwear and pants. He put them on and found a mirror in front of a grey bed. He stood in front of it and stared. His hair was black and it was neatly trimmed to land softly over his shoulders, his eyes were the color of ash, at least one of them. While his left eye was grey, his right one was a bright blue violet. He stared at it curiously, was he supposed to have a different colored eye? He looked down at his chest to find a mark on it. Almost entirely, a symbol drawn in black ink laid. At the base, was a torch lit with fire and over it was a great eagle that looked like it was about to catch its prey.

I-111502 studied himself further in the mirror. He was greatly immersed in curiosity for his violet eye. He wondered if he had been purposely created like this.