Evolution

Chapter 3

Alex looked at himself in the large piece of polished steel. He didn’t recognize the person staring back at him. Of course he looked to be about seventeen, but this wasn’t the seventeen year old he remembered. He had no pimples, freckles, moles, or even that small red birthmark under his right eye. Of course his other features were pretty much the same, except his upper body. He looked more defined and muscular. He had a six pack and a well chiseled chest. Strange thing was that Alex never worked out as hard as he used to.

“Your metabolism is different now. Your body doesn’t store fat like it used to,” he heard the voice of his friend. “In fact, I wish we could bottle it up and sell it.”

“Where did all my scars go? I noticed the same thing with the others,” Alex said, still looking at his reflection.

“Your body repaired itself through the whole growing process. In fact, it still is. Today you’re twelve feet, seven inches tall. Your skin is UV resistant. Your eyesight is better than twenty-twenty. Everything about you Alex is far more superior then when you were human,” Vin said from his place on the catwalk.

“Amazing,” Alex muttered. Then that strange feeling came over him again. He watched his reflection stretch. The sensation of growing felt like a tingling in his body. Vin got out his notepad and wrote something down. Alex stood near the wall again.

“Twelve feet, eight inches,” Vin proclaimed. “This is amazing. Oh, before I forget, I have some more news for you, Alex. I’m going to allow for you to have that voice activated computer you requested. The tech guys are setting it up in the private room as we speak,” Vin then said.

“That’s great! My employees and partners probably thought I dropped off the face of the earth. This is the longest I have ever been out of contact with them. I did send out an e-mail the day we came here stating that Emma and I were taking a long vacation and I wasn’t sure if I would be able to communicate in some of the places we were going,” Alex said.

“I’m glad I can make your day, old friend. I advise you to only use e-mail and voice chat for now. No video conferences for another eight weeks. By then you should look twenty-five,” Vin said.

Alex waited until the tech guys were out of the hangar. Alex sensed that some of Vin’s staff is starting to get fearful of him and Emma. The staff started calling them mega-humans behind their backs. Emma was very hurt by these comments. “They make us out like we’re Godzilla or something,” Emma sobbed one night in the private room. Alex did his best to soothe her. He didn’t want her to know that he was hurt by those comments too. Then to add insult to injury, the government sent the military in to watch over all the secret clinics across the country. No fly zones were even declared and citizens were told to go to the emergency room at the first sign of the virus. Little did the public realize that they were getting sent away to these 'secret clinics’?

Vin was even getting watched like a hawk. He was now required to do psychological evaluations on all his charges. They even wanted to do genetic testing of varying kinds and even experiments that the good doctor found questionable. Vin wrote the president a formal letter stating his views. Little did the man in charge know that one of Vin’s patients was very high profile. The president answered Vin’s letter immediately.

“Consider the computer setup as good news,” Vin said to the open doorway of the private room. Vin looked like a small child standing in the fourteen foot doorway. He looks to the makeshift desk approximately six and a half feet tall. On the desk was a sixty inch screen television with a computer tower hooked up to it. Alex sat down in the makeshift chair made from whatever heavy wood that could support a giant’s weight.

“What do you mean, Vin?” Alex asks the child sized man.

“The president is visiting all the ‘clinics’. Ours is going to be the first. Seems some of the bureaucrats want to start legislation for what is getting dubbed as ‘mega-humans.’ They want to start a registration system for all those affected by the virus. They even want to try segregating the so called mega-humans from the normal populace for fear of what you might be capable of. I think it’s a bunch of bullshit,” Vin said, scratching the back of his head.