Phase 3 - Synthetic
Now I can’t make up my mind/
Is this right? How’d I let you get inside of me?
-Spineshank, Synthetic
To: Dax Strife
From: Docsoc
Re: Test Subject
The man that Coil’s squad discovered outside the facility appears to have traces of a substance similar to the one we found in Chris, although on a much greater concentration than Mr. Adams. Physically, he has a broken hand, bruised ribs, a concussion, and (what appears to be) a gunshot wound. I believe that this is the chemical’s entry point, due to the concentration of it in the surrounding tissue. I have also found traces of Xeno and Human DNA (other than his) inside him.
Mentally, however, he seems to be suffering from an advanced form of MPD, referring to himself as “we”. I attempted to ask him what happened, but with little success. I have enclosed an audio transcript of the conversation for you to review. Of further note, the subject keeps talking about, and I quote, “the zombie-man”. I will try another session with him in the morning, but I’m not a psychiatric specialist.
File AD-6-25-01
Voice – Damn doctors. No, not you. Shut up, shut up! Arrrrggggggg!
(door opens)
Docsoc – Hello, Four Phase.
4PM – What do you want now?
Docsoc – How are you feeling?
(A pause)
4PM – We are well.
Docsoc – Really? Good. Can you tell me why you keep referring to yourself as we?
4PM – ‘We’ means plural. We are many.
Docsoc – How many?
4PM – Four.
Docsoc – Ah, I see. Can you tell me more about the zombie man?
4PM - …
Docsoc – we don’t have to talk ab…
4PM – He was dead, but the general made us bring him back. Only he came back wrong.
Docsoc – Wrong?
4PM – He wanted his dad, or something like that. He thought we were his dad, so he yelled at and shot us. We don’t remember much else.
Docsoc – Okay, that’s enough for today.
(End of File. Replay – Y? N?)
Resistance HQ, 11:26 AM
Residential Area
The man hadn’t moved for the better part of an hour, softly mumbling to himself on the edge of his bed.
* * * * *
Do you mean it’s useless?
Yes. I can’t remember certain
things now.
I can’t remember the faces of people I should know.
They’re like pictures
from the past.
Only they move.
I think it means it doesn’t understand.
Let’s get out of here.
* * * * *
The door was unlocked, probably due to the fact that he had made little attempt to move over the few days he had been in the base. Four Phase walked over to the closet and found clothes in his size. After dressing, he made his way around the base, and stumbled into the control room. On every screen were images of a small war being fought between Xenos and Humans. He watched as most of the people he had met fought for their live on the screens. He walked up to the console, wondering why they would even try against the odds they were facing. “Sweet and holy mother of God…”
“’God’ has very little to do with it, I’m afraid…” a voice said, nearly causing Four to fall over. He turned around to see a man sitting in a chair, looking at him with a weariness in his eyes that made him look ten years older than he probably was.
“Who are you?”
“My name is Thrawn. What’s your name?”
“Four Phase. What’s going on?”
“A war. One we hope to win.” With that said, Thrawn resumed watching the screens.
* * * * *
hmm.
No, we are not going to help them.
But we owe them for
helping us.
I agree with Alex. I want to help.
(sigh), oh, fine.
* * * * *
“Can we help?” Thrawn turned to look at him.
“Sure, why not.” He rose from the chair, and walked towards the door. “You going to come or just stand there?” He asked before disappearing through the door. After one second’s hesitation, he followed the man into the hall.
* * * * *
“So, do you know what you want?” Inside the gun room, Four paused as he tool in the sheer amount of weapons that seemed to be piled almost haphazardly on the floor. Quite uncertain of what to get, he asked Deus.
“A shotgun and a pistol should do
it for now”
He walked over to the handgun area and selected a pistol he recognized from somewhere, but couldn’t remember the name of for the life of him. Shrugging, he walked over to the shotgun pile and grabbed one off the top, and walked over to Thrawn. “Okay, we’re out of HECU units, so here’s a PCV. Get that thing charged, grab as much ammo as you need, and meet me in the teleport room” Noticing the blank look on Four’s face, he continued “It’s the second door on the right.” After charging the PCV, he walked into the teleport room, and fond Thrawn messing with the controls. “Ok, Mat’s the one who normally does this, so I can’t get you exactly to the fight, but you should be pretty close. Step onto the pad, please. Three…two…one…”
FUZZAP
By the time he landed, Four had his shotgun out and ready. Slowly making his way towards the Xen outpost, he arrived in time to see Born_2_Respawn duck behind a crystal of some sort. Taking aim at the creature, he pulled the trigger, only to have his aim messed by a head crab. He let go of the handle and swung it around, smashing the small alien against the ground. He turned around in time to see the shockwave slam into him.
“AAAaAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Four fell to the ground and curled into a ball, his hands twitching and grabbing at nothing as his eyes stared blankly into the sky.