Inside a highly advanced laboratory, innovation pulses in the air. Every tool, instrument, and system that surpasses human imagination, far beyond anything existing in the outside world, is present here.
Robotic arms that perform their task with nanoscopic precision to perform molecular manipulation. Holographic interfaces that float mid-air, enabling researchers to interact with data streams in real-time. Artificial intelligence that solves problems with such speed that it transcends supercomputers and adapts dynamically. Neural-grid walls instantly synthesize data, while autonomous drones deliver samples with pinpoint accuracy.
A group of people with more than 30 people wearing lab coats are working in this confined space continuously, never letting their project stop even for a few seconds. When one gets tired, another will remain ready to replace him/her.
Everyone who is working here has a different purpose of their own, something for which each one of them is pouring their sweat and blood into their work.
Some are working for pay, some are genuinely in love with their project, but unlike all of them, some are just desperate for their survival.
But there is one main thing that is common among them, something that can cause an uproar in the whole world if even a single one of them appears in front of the world.
A widely known fact around the whole world is that each one of these famous professors and doctors who have once appeared to be standing at the peak of their particular field of expertise have already been announced dead.
While everyone was busy with their own work, suddenly the door of the elevator opened, and a woman who appeared to be in her late thirties walked out wearing a similar lab coat with fast but measured steps.
The moment she entered the scene, a subtle pressure enveloped the laboratory, a pressure much heavier and more dangerous than it dwarfed William's by a whole league.
Her very presence screams perfection. Her lab coat is pristine and pressed, an example of her dedication to appear perfect, with a neatly tied ponytail and a practical watch on her right wrist to keep track of time.
She carries herself with assurance, her posture straight, movements deliberate, looking at the files in her hand with a thoughtful expression.
"How many test subjects do we have left from this new batch?" she asked.
One of the nearest scientists answered her.
"Only three, head scientist Isla."
"Any progress from the observation till now on this new batch of subjects?"
she questions, but this time in a deeper tone.
The whole laboratory descended into absolute silence because this time no one answered her.
She moved her eyes away from the files in her hand for the first time since she had arrived.
Crossing her hands across her chest, Isla raised her right eyebrow with a questioning look.
"Are you all trying to convey that you all, the most intelligent group of people in the world, have failed to make even slight progress despite having technology of a much higher level than even keeper families to assist you?"
Her angry voice resounded inside the laboratory, insulting everyone ruthelessly.
"Sh#t, we don't have much time left; after all this time, even 'He' has become impatient with us." she thought with an anxious expression.
"Listen, you all sh#t heads, we don't have many chances left to study that 'seed' within the given time limit, so start forcing that blockhead of yours before every single one of you ends up truly dead this time."
Isla spoke with such conviction, as if stating the inevitable.
Everyone nodded at her word with a horrified expression.
Fully aware of what she was hinting at, because as one of the brightest brains of humanity, how can there not be peoples who assumed that they would be able to get away from this place with their high intelligence?
But now each one of those geniuses is resting six feet below the ground, while some of them even became subjects themselves.
Isla does not care about their reaction; instead, she again focused on her files.
"What are the qualification results of those remaining test subjects?" She asked particularly anyone who knew.
"Two of them are medium-grade subjects, while one of them is a top-grade subject," someone answered.
The qualification results are the overall report obtained after complete analysis of an individual's physical and mental capabilities as well as their genetic structure that often shows the possible traits their offspring will receive from them.
"Everyone, prepare for a new trial. We will use those medium-grade subjects first and try to get something from it." Isla ordered everyone in the room.
" 'EVOLVI' operates on trial mode and activates see-through view."
Isla commanded in a loud voice.
For three seconds no one replied; then a mechanical voice resounded in the whole laboratory.
"Trial mode is activated on Head Scientist Isla Instructions, operating see-through view."
Suddenly one of the walls began to shift downward, letting a room encased with metallic walls on all sides and a small metallic door with nothing except a medical bed implemented with restraining tools made from metal present inside it come into view.
Everyone inside the lab began to move toward their respective computer to first record and later analyze everything with precision.
"Bring a medium-grade subject," Isla said.
"Bringing a medium-grade subject." Evolvi answered once again.
The small metal door on one side of the room opened, and two guards wearing a complete advanced tech suit similar to those worn by soldiers during military missions but with much higher durability and flexibility came inside while carrying an unconscious person on their shoulders.
They did not even look toward the one-sided glass wall through which all researchers are observing their actions; instead, they just laid the subject on the medical bed and then bound his limbs with restraining tools before leaving.
Their steps moved faster than normal, to leave as soon as possible after completing their task.
Because they knew what was going to happen in that room after a few seconds, and that is something they really don't want to be a part of.
Isla did not even glance toward the guards; instead, she started giving precise orders to her team.
"Take a quick check over his current body condition."
Following her instruction, one of the researchers quickly typed a few commands into her system and executed them.
Suddenly a robotic arm emerged from the small cavity that had appeared in the ceiling of the white room with a metallic syringe attached to it.
The arm moved toward the programmed location with precision and injected all the liquid substance inside the syringe directly into the unconscious man's chest before backing away by following the same route of entry.
For a few seconds, nothing happened, but none of the researchers frowned about it because they already knew that the process takes time, and true to their prediction, the unconscious man suddenly started convulsing; black veins started crawling all around his body except his head.
To others, it would look like the person was going to die after being poisoned, but nothing like that happened.
The man's body stopped convulsing and returned to its normal state.
A new screen appeared on the researcher's computer that revealed a complete internal anatomy of the male body with precision along with a complete report of his health examination.
Done in just a few minutes, something that will take at least 6 hours for a rich person to get if he decides to get examined at a hospital.
The report contained every detail of his body condition from the moment that syringe was injected, including the continuous changes that were constantly happening.
"The body condition of test subject K-146 is 62% optimum for the procedure," the researcher reported to the ISLA.
Isla just nodded in reply before giving new instructions.
"Let's continue."
"Start injecting evolution serum inside his body."
"Keep the seed on standby for any second in use."
"Keep the dissecting program prepared for use."
One order after another came from her mouth, each one perfect and precise.
The group of researchers did not fall behind; instead, they moved with such ease that they represented familiarity with their task as if they had gotten used to their work after several years of practice.
Every researcher moved their fingers on the system to perform the task they are responsible for.
Several holes opened in the ceiling, from which emerged mechanical hands.
Some are equipped with syringes, while others are geared up with laser guns ready to contain any problem with a single command of its controller, but the most eye-catching thing in the room is not these mechanical arms or those weapons.
Instead, it's the newly emerged, highly advanced robot that has appeared five meters away from the cavity behind the medical bed where the subject is kept bound.
The robot's body is made from a heavily condensed alloy, strong enough to survive constant bombardment of explosives for several hours.
Made with the purpose of withstanding sudden explosions or to keep operating under the constant radiation produced by the object it is carrying in its hand, which is volatile enough to obliterate any unevolved biological organism inside its range within a few seconds, which is almost three meters in radius.
Despite having such high durability, the robot hands have subtle signs of deteriorating because the thing in its hand is not just a seed. It's a 'beginning'. 'A Foundation', on which this world's whole power system works.