The society we live in is very interesting, don't you think? Every member of society is responsible for something that happens within it. From a simple farmer to a CEO known worldwide for his innovations in a certain industry. Personally, I like to compare society to a mechanism. This mechanism is made up of many gears that spin one against the other. Some are bigger, others smaller. These represent the members of society — the people. The larger ones represent people with an important status in society, and the smaller ones, the average people. In this mechanism, when a small gear breaks, the mechanism continues to function without problems, but the same cannot be said about a large one. What would happen if an important person, who holds a lot of information, no longer complied with the code and orders? They would be replaced. For the mechanism to function, all the large parts need to work. But here's the question: what would happen if many small gears no longer performed well and began to affect how the system worked? Well, you couldn't just replace them that easily. But still, what could you do?
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I had the responsibility of "taking care" of this experiment during transport. Codename: "Project Y.K." The hard part was getting it to the boarding site. I entered the subject's habitat, escorted by a few bodyguards. The subject was standing in front of me, in the middle of this immense white room. He was at a reasonable distance, with shackles all over his body, even on his face. It was the first time I saw him in person. "A weapon," I told myself. He wasn't human, even though he looked like one and had the same structure. The feeling from the night before crept up on me again. That connection I felt in that dream — I found it again in this subject. My order was not just to escort him to the transport, but also to check his "capabilities."
It had been a while since I had used my abilities. Not that I minded — but it was suggested. I felt the flames ignite, and an armor that seemed from another world wrapped around my forearms and palms. I felt warmth in my eyes and started to see better. I felt my legs catching fire and another layer of armor settling on them. This was my ability — or rather, part of it: "the dragon's parasite."
I prepared myself, and with a single push of my foot, I launched toward the experiment. Just before the moment of impact, he pulled a hand out of the shackles and we clashed forearm to forearm. Then we pulled away, each to opposite sides. The impact destroyed the rest of his shackles. Or was it him? One thing was clear: if he wanted to escape, he could have done so by now, but he hadn't. Why?
Then he raised his head, with half of the mask hanging from one ear. Then he opened his eyes. He had the same blue eyes as the guy from my dream — but lifeless, like the eyes of someone just shot. His hair was the same too, except instead of blonde, it was coal black. He calmly placed his hands at his sides and started walking toward me. I braced for an attack, but to my surprise, he walked right past me and said:
— Man, what are you doing just standing there? Isn't someone waiting for you?
I was surprised he could speak. But how did he know these things? How much did he know?
— You're like me. You're not an ordinary human. The same "black" blood runs through us.
The thought frightened me, but then gave me a sense of comfort.
— Come on, the subject said.
It was true. I knew I was like him. We were both brothers. Not by mother, but we had a connection. The connection lay in our structure. According to him, we live in an imperfect world — a world with anomalies. Because of this world's instability, there are leaks of positive or negative energy. These can take many forms — either material or living beings. I'm one of those beings. Formed from unbalanced negative energy. This gives me mental and physical abilities beyond that of a regular human. He is the same, only his way of life was different from mine. I lived a relatively normal life, but he had grown up in this facility since birth. He doesn't know what a father is or what it means to have a family.
When we arrived at the boarding dock, a tall man was leaning against a rail, smoking. He was a Russian agent who was to assist us in this maritime transport. The man was dressed quite heavily, wearing a beige overcoat, sunglasses, and a beret on his head. Codename: "Phantom."
-Andreas Shinja