6GammaCorp Headquarters
Earth Time: 4:05 A.M.
Aquuan Time: 04.05.15
Whoever is brought in there, for testing, loses their life, their past, and whatever they were looking forward to. They become another number, a statistic, a horrifying statistic that is part of the world we know and love, where we are forced to struggle, because we are. poor.
But we fight the Gamma Corporation in this reality. We fight, not giving up until they leave our planet, and go back to their precious "Colonies" that we were not welcome to. We will not give up until they leave our family, our loved ones along. And until that time, we will not stop.
-Clayton Miller, leader of the Resistance
3-45B: That was her new name. 3-45B. It did not matter who she was in the past. The scientists of the Gamma Corporation called her that now: 3- 45B or "Subject" 3-45B. They did not care who she was in the past. She even forgot her previous name, and now only knew herself as 3-45B. All that mattered is that she could be the savior of the people in the Space Colonies. She did not care about them. She was fine on Earth, and everyone who still lived there knew the asteroid crash was not as bad as astronomers had thought. The people of Earth, who still lived in the Abandoned Cities, were better off than the Colonists, as they did not have to worry about this thing called Gilgamesh.
Subject 3-45B opened her blue eyes, staring up at the metal ceiling of her cell she was forced to live in. Her blond hair was all about her face, dangling off the edge of the metal table she was forced to sleep on. Slowly, she still sat up from the strange experiments they had done on her. She was aware of what had gone not, but not fully, since she was drugged, halfway into unconsciousness.
She put her bare feet on the metal floor, cold shooting through her body. It was so cold in her cell, always around sixty degrees, always colder at night. And with no blanket, and clothes no thicker than the skin- tight ones she was forced to wear, she could only curl into a ball, and balance on the narrow metal bed.
There was nothing in her room, save for the table that served for the bed, with a few thin cushions on it. Everything else was metal-the walls, the ceiling, the floor, even the sliding door, which was always locked, save for when the scientists came, to give her food or to take her to more rooms along the central building, for more "tests" to try to find a cure for the Gilgamesh Virus, the lethal virus that had already decimated many families.
Bored, she stood up, pacing back and forth, shivering, goosebumps always formed on her skin to keep her warm. It was an eerie feeling. There was nothing to do in her cell, save for to pace back and forth, waiting until the time to pass until she was fed or brought water. Until that time, she would be forced to do nothing except think, or sit on the metal bed and stare at the ceiling, or walk back and forth inside the freezing cell she was confined in.
There were other cells around the area, as she could tell when they brought her food, or took her out for their experiments. There were small signs on the door, with a "Subject Number" etched onto them. Across from her was "Subject Number 3-45A". It would go consecutively, as beside her were numbers 3-46B and 3-44B. Some way of organization, for the GammaCorp people to use. It seemed more of a nuisance than it did helpful.
Slowly, Subject 3-45B walked back to the metal, thinly cushioned table, and lay back down. She was taller than the space gave her, so she would have to bend her knees to fit on it, and even then, she was still smashed in the area. It was not comfortable to sleep that way at all. She could not even tell what time of day it was, and the scientists came at their own accord, seeming to be at odd hours.
The metal door slid open, and a scientist, in light-blue lab coat stepped in. The girl stood up, walking across the floor, as the scientist grabbed her arm, guiding her through the endless hallways of the holding quarters of all the different subject numbers. It was a long hallway, going from 5-70B to 0-01A.
After a long walk through the hallway, the two of them continued to walk through the GammaCorp headquarters. Since it was a pentagonal building, it went around and upwards, to the higher floors. The outer wall was lined with windows, held together by thick metal frames. Thick rain and lightning constantly hit them, making it rare to see the surrounding landscape. Everything looked alike, with the hallways and the door, everything the same shade of gray, made of the same type of metal. Even 3- 45B didn't know where she was going, and at times, wasn't sure the scientist didn't know where he was going.
After what seemed to be about fifteen minutes of walking up a slowly spiraling building, they came to a grated floor, with thick, long doors on the opposite side of the windows. The scientist walked to the door, holding 3-45B's arm tightly as he slid a keycard into a slit directly by the massive, metal entrance to the room. It was a frozen room, ice clinging to the walls, ceiling and floor. Strange controls were on one side, knobs and levers and other scientific equipment that would be used to try to solve the mystery of Gilgamesh-B.
3-45B was brought to the center of the room, and injected with the same brownish-yellow substance, in the same arm as last time. Another needle was injected into her arm, a drug that would put her half-asleep, but still aware of her senses, just not able to feel pain or emotion or anything else of that sort. Frozen straps hung from the ceiling, the same material that her clothes were made out of. The scientist pulled one of them down, wrapping it around her wrist, and then clasping it shut. He did the same with her other wrist, and then bound her bare feet to the icy floor. The scientist made sure Subject 3-45B was secured, and then he walked over to the levers and switches, and pulled it down.
"I shall be back in thirty minutes. Callahan has called a meeting." And with that, the scientist was gone, walking through the door and closing it behind him.
3-45B was secure, held standing up as the temperature continued to drop. She didn't know what they were trying to do, except it was something involving Gilgamesh. All of it was involving Gilgamesh. She should be cold, but she wasn't, due to the drugs the scientist had injected into her system. She learned to be perfectly still, so she stood where she was, her head staring at her feet, which were held to the floor. There was nothing she could do, but wait, until the thirty minutes had passed.
Callahan Moore sat at the back of the long table; passing is gaze to those who worked under him. Employees of GammaCorp were men and women alike, all from the Colonies, fighting their hardest to find the cure for Gilgamesh. He looked at the door, as a scientist stepped in, and took his seat at the end of the table.
"Subject 3-45B secured in the incubation room. Hopefully, Gilgamesh will multiply, and will not die out. I am hoping that in temperatures below zero, the body will not be able to counteract the effects of Gilgamesh. If this works, we can begin trying to find a vaccine for it."
Callahan took his seat, "Very well then, Jones. I hope your plan will work for you. Until that time is up, I want all of you to research more about Gilgamesh-A on the planet Aquus. I want to know what the symptoms were, how long it lasted, and how it spread. I have a feeling there is something these Aquuans aren't telling us, and I want to find out what it is." He looked at his subordinates. "The results of yesterday are a bad thing, something that I do not want to discourage us. There is something about these people that still live in the cities that we do not know. Therefore, no one will be allowed to return to their families until this situation is solved. Now, starting at 8:00, I want half of you to do more testing on Subjects 3-45B to 4-20A. There has to be a reason for this. You are all dismissed." As the employees stood up from their spots, Callahan turned toward the scientist called Jones. "Sit back down please."
Jones was sitting at the end of the table, waiting until the door was closed and the others had left.
"You have made the most discoveries on Gilgamesh-B. I want you to tell me all of your ideas on it, and why the people of Earth aren't being affected."
Jones pushed his glasses higher onto his nose, staring back at Callahan through his green eyes. "It has to be something inside their bodies, like a chemical, or something, possibly a chromosome or something in the DNA. I cannot be sure, but I think after the asteroid crash it mutated them in someway. If the asteroid came from space, then maybe when it came through the atmosphere, whatever was inside of it was brought back to life, and it entered the people.
"Or, I have another idea. The Aquuans have been watching us for thousands of years: a second race, that we know about anyway, called the Tarist. I have read a report somewhere that it was a Tarist that created Gilgamesh-A, a virus that was built from the weaknesses of the Aquuans immune system. The Aquuans are a complete opposite of us, even though their DNA structure is very similar. I think Gilgamesh-B was created by either an Aquuan or a Tarist, against our alliance with them."
"I think you might be right."
A/N: This is still Part One, which is why the chapters are short, and instead, there will be a lot of short "segments" for each chapter. Some of the secrets of Gilgamesh are revealed. Many others are still hidden in the deep recesses of my mind.
Arjen de ik svarjesk jevek du sot es san deskjan.
Agent Slayer: You can always change your mind and decide to work on this after all.