P U R P O S E

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18th January 2053

I  W A L K into the HQ and make my way to the lab, putting on a lab coat, gloves, masks, boots, etc. I punch in the code and it opens, am quickly hit with the smell of cleaning supplies and rubbing alcohol 'can't wait to get out'.

I look around for the test room and easily find it. Strolling there am met with Dr Sanjay Patel, the head of SARTs labs. "hey Mia." he greets "hey Sanjay, I was hoping to look at the syrline's test results," I say chuckling nervously "sure." he replies as he walks down the hall and I follow

Reaching the result room, he tells me that the blood was the syrline's and laced with some molecules of silver. That means he harmed someone, or someone harmed him.

I sigh rubbing my forehead, this is harder than I thought. He also tells me they carried out a polygraph on the syrline, and the results were disturbing.

"Name,"

"SY 3240 or Eric,"

"Origin,"

"Teaching Institute of Science and Technology,"

"Purpose,"

"To carry out test SOCIAL,"

"Date formed,"

"17:53 October 1st 2030,"

"Reason for scar,"

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"The syrline could not answer?" I asked "well not exactly, the syrline somehow blocked the rays of the polygraph making it explode to bits," he said shaking his head.

"oh, thanks a lot." I say making my way out the lab, I jog over to the constraining room and open brazing myself for the worst, am met with the usual white floors, walls, furniture, and the syrline's head rested on a table, he tenses.

"damn he knows am here," I mumble, he chuckles "did I say that out loud" I chuckle as well "no I can hear the smallest sounds," he says changing his face to a stony expression "what do you want." "am just here to ask some questions," I say nervously taking the seat from him. 

"so what's your name," I ask "Eric." he responds bluntly "so if you don't mind... how did you get that scar," I ask hoping he'd answer.

"I was struggling with some woman possessing a silver-laced knife that was hell bent on stabbing me," he says shrugging it off like it was nothing, I jot down my newly gained info "who is this woman, description, how you ended up with her." becoming more interested.

"she was a blonde, green eyes, scanty body had a phoenix tattoo," 

Matches the body I saw the other day. 

"I was in my apartment when I got shot with a tranquilizer," "I heard some voices 'dirty syrlines, I'll inform the rest', when I regained consciousness I was in a house," he finishes scratching his neck. 

"was the house on a hill and rusty," I ask curious "yes." he confirms, the same house and woman, strange, I must ask Jeff what was in the house.

"I'll be coming a lot, thanks for helping." I say getting out the D O O R.

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