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Prologue

1930
Buffalo, New York City.
The Human Robotics Inc.

If you stand fifty miles away from the white skyscraper building, there in the middle of Buffalo, New York City. You would feel the enormous tension oozing from that particular test room, A room that harbored exactly two scientists, a tech guy, the United States government officials, and a test subject.

General Maxwell brought his pocket watch to his view, flicking it open and closing it back with irritation. "And how long are we supposed to wait for this?"

"Not long now, General." Brandon Curt, the co-founder of project Chip, said. His eager eyes were peering intently at the holding room, where the subject stood, head cast downwards, eyes closed, and fist clenched.

Brandon Curt had a big dream. Just after his father died, he set out to fulfill his vision with the help of his sister, Glory Curt. It was an anticipated project which people tagged TO CHANGE THE WORLD. Robotic creations had been pulled off by different scientists over time, creating a new branch of technology. It was a rare but wildly accepted idea.

Marcus Curt wanted to make something different. He wanted to enhance the human mind, see where and how far it went, and how far it would go should the correct arithmetic be adequately inputted.

Project Chip was a project everyone anticipated. It was supposed to change the world, bring it a new color, vision, and generation. A new species of humans with extraordinary abilities that could make the world become a far better place than it was today

"Good day, gentlemen." Glory Curt appeared; her smile was calculated and fixed, enhancing the red lipstick she had adorned. Her blue eyes shone beneath the bright white light surrounding the test room. "I'm sorry to have kept you all waiting." She said.

"It's alright, Glory; they'll see it is worth the wait," Brandon spoke.

"I shall proceed then." Glory said, her voice making a thousand echoes inside the test room.

"Carry on." General Maxwell urged.

Her heels echoed as she stepped forward. "This in front of you is subject 541. The first test subject project Chip is working on." She pointed at the unconscious man behind the glass door, separating him from the government officials.

"Is this some joke?" Sir Reynolds, the president's trusted advisor, spoke up for the first time.

"Pardon, Sir Reynolds?" Glory asked.

"You called us here for a project that isn't tested and trusted. What if it fails?"

Glory's smile widened. "My brother and I have been working on project Chip for years. It was our father's work, and we sacrificed our lives for the success of this project. trust me, Sir Reynolds, when I say it won't fail."

Sir Reynolds took a deep breath, raised a brow, and gestured for her to continue.

She gave a small smile, accompanied by a slight bow.

"Subject 541 has been given the ability of immense strength. It will not be killed by a mere bullet. And before its opponent tries to cut off its head, its strong reflexes would meddle, and save the day." She smiled. "Dean," she called to the tech official from the Inc. "Kindly bring 541 to consciousness."

Dean gave a brief nod, proceeding to work on the machine in front of him.

Everyone waited and watched in anticipation. Brandon's eyes never left the glass door in front of him.

A moment later, subject 541 regained consciousness, its fist clenching and unclenching, its chest heaving heavily and its head raising to peer at the people watching it from outside the confinement it was in.

Glory's lips kicked off in a smile, as she turned towards her brother. "Brandon, will you do the honours? Explain to these gentle men, what I mean by its ability to reject bullets."

"Why of course." Brandon smiled, moving forward to pick up the pistol laying on top a small table by the side of the glass doors.

"Dean, the door." Glory voiced out.

Dean moved to unlock the glass door when his eyes stumbled across an abnormalty in subject 541. He gulped down, knowing this wasn't a good plan. "Miss Curt. If I could- could have a minute of your time please?"

Glory turned to him, blessing him with a hard glare as she climbed up the three stairs to where he stood. "What is it?" She gritted out, her eyes moving to the screen in front of her.

"There is an abnormalty in his chip- sorry, its chip."

Glory's brows furrowed down in a deep frown. "How can this be?"

"I have no idea, it was supposed to take fifty percent control of its body, but- it has full control. Subject 541 is moving on a red chip."

Glory swallowed, straightening up, she casted her gaze towards the inpatient looking generals and her anxious looking brother.

With a clenched jaw and her head held high, she spoke. "Open the doors."

Dean's eyes widened. "Pardon?" He asked, earning another glare from Glory. "I'm sorry, but this could be really dangerous. He could- he could di-"

"Open. The doors." She gritted out with hard eyes.

Dean gulped down the lump in his throat. "As you wish." He said, going right to work.

Seconds later, the doors parted open, and Brandon stepped in with the gun on his sweaty grip. Subject 541 turned its attention from the government officials to Brandon, who now stood five feets away from the door and the subject.

Brandon raised the gun, pointing it directly at subject 541, who moved back a little, his eyes detecting threat. It didn't take long before his eyes generated a bright red glow that seemed to shock Brandon.

Brandon's head turned towards his sister, with question in his eyes and fear in his heart. In turn, Glory raised her head higher, as the door pulled close behind him.

Brandon gulped, knowing somewhere at the back of his mind, that it wasn't going to end well for him.

His grip on the pistol tigtnened as sweat prickled down his face like hot boiling water.

"He's going to die in there, Miss Curt." Dean pestered one more time.

Glory ignored it, watching the scene unfold before her eyes.

Brandon's hand moved to pull the trigger, but his hand stopped right above it. He felt a sudden vibration on his hand, that seemed to affect his veins, leading straight to his brain.

Subject 541's breathing increased, and its heartrate became abnormal as it stared intently at Brandon, taking control of the nerves from his brain to his hand where the pistol was held.

Brandon's breathing became forced as he tried to stop his hand from moving on its on accord, but it wasn't working. Brandon's hand was busy being controlled by the half man, half robot in front of him.

"No-" Brandon's voice came out strained, as he began to aim the gun directly to himself, exactly at the side of his skull. "No-please- shut it-down."

"Miss Curt, what is the meaning of this?" General Maxwell voiced out.

"Allow me to shut it down. It'll kill him." Dean said, but Glory was too busy watching it all unfold. Her father's dream, her father's life long dream, was standing right there, moving with emotions.

"Glory- please- shut it-" Brandon was unable to complete his sentence as he pulled the trigger straight to his head. His blood splattered across the glass door as he dropped with a dull thud on the ground.

Silence met the test room, as subject 541 moved towards the glass door, grazing his fingers on the blood stain.

"No." Dean breath out. "You just let him die."

"This isn't what we signed up for, Miss Curt... that thing has a mind of its own." Sir Reynolds said.

Glory blinked back what she thought was tears, forming below her eyelids.

Not of her brother's death... but of the subject doing what it did. Of the chip giving such mind control ability.

Glory climbled down the stairs. "There were little complications-"

"Complications?" General Maxwell cut in. "That thing just killed your relative, that isn't a progressive project... that thing is lethal."

Glory raised her head high, feeling like someone had insulted a treasure of hers. "That thing is a weapon." She said. "With a little fixing, we can make it do our bidding."

Sir Reynolds shook his head. "I'm putting an end to this operation here and now."

Glory's eyes widened. "You can't do that? We have gone too far to-"

"This operation was a failure. We were promised something else, yet we get this... a broken machine." General Maxwall said.

"It is not broken. It is perfect."

Sir Reynolds brows pulled down in a tight frown. "I'm putting an end to this now. Shut it down!" He yelled, towards the tech area.

"Don't!" Glory yelled. "I can fix this... it was just a little abnormalty-"

"Shut. It. Down."

Dean got to work immediately. And in no time, Subject 541 lost consciousness, falling limply to the ground.

Glory wore a dejected look on her face as she watched the lifeless form of her father's life work, lay limply on the ground.

"The government will be taking a hold of this building by tomorrow... you have few hours to evacuate this building, and destroy everything regarding this project." Sir Reynolds said, and with that, he walked away with the other government officials, leaving Glory alone with Dean, the lifeless subject, and her dead brother.

The government might have said no to the project, they might have asked her to destroy her fathers' lifes' work. She would do that, she had no choice anyway... but that didn't stop her from creating a new page to her fathers' sheets.

"What do we do now?" Dean asked.

"We move." She said, her voice as silk as honey.

"We move?" Dean asked, confused.

Glory turned to him, slapping a small smile on her perfect face. "Yes Dean, we move. This isn't the end of Project chip... in fact, this can be considered, a perfect beginning."
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