Lights.
Lights so bright the eyes must stay close.
So it is like to be in the darkness.
Darkness.
And voices.
First voice: “Who is she?”
Second voice: “There were no identity cards or documents. Nothing”.
“Powers?”
“No one. She’s not a metahuman”
“You are saying that her metagene has not yet reached fullest potential?”
“No, I am saying that she has not an active metagene. Like you or me. She’s a common people”.
“Impossible. What she was doing with them?”
“I have some ideas. There are clues. Her fingertip have been erased by laser surgery. Her retinas have been replaced. It suggest she’s a spy”.
“From our side?”
“I made some research. No data about her.”
“Mossad? Russian intelligence? China, maybe? She looks oriental. What about her big tattoo?”
“I had experts studying it. It shows no resemblance to any kind of known image of a demon. And they have stated that the pigment is of a totally unknown kind”.
“Have you any idea about where she does come from?”
“I bet she’s a Mandelovian agent. After all, she joined them in Mandelovia.”
“Good. It’s time to show those techno-freaks what’s their place on Earth. Beginning with this chick!”
No more voices.
Only a darkness so bright.
[ 02-09-2002: Message edited by: Sonja ]
