The Year 2040
Scene: Black Site A0X, The Rift Core Facility – Undisclosed Location
The corridor hummed with sterile silence, lit only by dim blue overheads that flickered as if unsure of their own existence. Smooth alloy walls breathed with a pulse like rhythm, alive, almost sentient. Deep within this off the map government black site, where morality had long since been traded for advancement, Lucian Stark walked alone.
He was clad in a midnight trench coat woven with nanofiber tech, his steps echoing with quiet authority. In his gloved hand, he carried a cylindrical containment flask, sealed, humming, and glowing faintly from within. Inside sloshed a viscous, translucent slime, quietly writhing in patterns that defied physics.
A creature not born of this age.
Siren, the origin of all biological life. The first spark of organic existence... the genetic blueprint of life itself. Captured. Weakened. Contained.
Lucian's expression remained unreadable, his pale eyes fixed ahead as he entered Sector 7 Rift Core, the most restricted zone of the facility. Monitors lined the walls, displaying vital signs not of humans, but of beasts. Dryaids locked in cryo stasis, lizardmen dismembered and sealed in glass pods, their muffled cries filling the cold air. Ogres hung suspended mid roar, their bodies drained of energy by arcane tech converters that hummed with stolen life.
Myth. Legend. Fantasy... all dissected in the name of power.
This facility thrived on creatures pulled from an interdimensional rift that had torn open two decades ago. The humans of this continent, now dubbed Beta Humans, were enhanced by exposure, mutated, tested, and condemned. Humanity had learned to extract life force itself and turn it into a renewable, high yield energy to power cities, weapons, and even genetically modified citizens.
Lucian passed through biometric gates guarded by silent, chrome plated sentries. Scientists in white coats paused in awe, their gazes drawn to the glowing container in his grasp.
"Is that it?" one of them whispered.
Lucian did not answer. He stepped forward toward a pressurized chamber marked with warnings written in both human and alien script.
He placed the bottle upon the stasis pad. His calm voice cut through the silence.
"Well, I have come today to present to you the most powerful weapon creature ever acquired by me. It is a primordial creature from the dawn of creation."
"I don't understand, what do you mean that's the first biological life form in the world?" Charles asked in confusion, adjusting his glasses.
"It's not the first in the world. It's the first in all of creation. Somehow I was able to get it from that rift outside the city. I was intrigued by it when I saw it," Lucian explained.
"So what do you intend to do with it? It clearly has no energy whatsoever. We don't even know what it's capable of. We only conduct experiments on creatures with energy. That creature you just placed on the pad has no energy," another scientist pointed out.
Lucian's gaze lifted toward the glowing containment tube, his tone steady and deliberate.
"This is Siren," he said, his voice low and calculated, more briefing than revelation. "Not a weapon. Not a creature. Not even a being in the traditional sense. Siren is the origin of all biological life itself."
He gestured and the holographic image expanded before them, biological patterns shifting and evolving in real time as if aware it was being observed.
"It possesses what we call Perfect Adaptation. It cannot be destroyed through conventional means because the moment you attempt to harm it, it changes. Be it heat, pressure, acid, magic, or even conceptual erasure... it survives. It learns."
Another display flickered to life beside the first, showing dozens of snapshots of Siren's transformations—wings, claws, scales, humanoid form it's all shifting, merging, mutating in an endless cycle of possibility.
"Through Instant Evolution, it bypasses the limits of time. No generation. No waiting. Just raw, absolute evolution triggered by instinct alone."
Lucian paced slowly, the sound of his boots echoing softly in the metallic silence.
"It holds Genetic Memory not just of its own existence, but of every form of life it has ever encountered. Animal, plant, human, magical, alien. It remembers. Adapts. Becomes."
He stopped beside the containment tube, where Siren's weakened form pulsed faintly with dim bioluminescent light.
"And then there's Biological Manipulation. Flesh, bone, energy—meaningless to it. It can unmake you, remake you, or replicate you with terrifying precision."
His voice lowered further, his tone almost reverent.
"And it cannot die."
Eternal Rebirth. Even in its most diminished state, even if every cell is torn apart, Siren will always return. Changed. Smarter. Stronger.
Lucian turned to face the council seated before him: researchers, military minds, and corporate benefactors, all frozen in silence.
"That is why we need a host."
Murmurs rippled through the air like a wave of unease.
Lucian raised a hand. "A compatible human—one capable of synchronizing with Siren's nature. Someone who can adapt like it, evolve with it, and channel its essence without being devoured or overwritten."
A hologram flickered to life, displaying the data of several candidates. Each image ended the same way: failure, disintegration, mutation beyond recognition.
"The perfect host must be more than human. They must be willing to change, to become something else entirely, and to withstand every form of evolution. If we succeed, Siren's power will no longer be a threat..."
Lucian's eyes glinted coldly under the sterile light.
" How are we gonna get a suitable host, all previous candidates have failed?" Charles asked looking at Lucian as he removed his cloak revealing his blonde coloured hair
" I'll get you a suitable host and when I do he' will be continent to fuse the siren with and it will be ours to control." Lucian smirked
And in the dark containment field behind the reinforced glass, the Siren pulsed once.As if listening.
As if waiting.
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Would you like me to continue with the 2045 awakening scene next — in this same prose style — so it flows seamlessly like
a two-part anime episode (Episode 1: "Siren of Creation", Episode 2: "The Awakening")?