Things look bright, Doctor Shoemaker” said another General at another secret facility across the continent. “The Pentagon is looking to cut founding to Doctor Faber and his pathetic robot. Esogenetic looks much more promising...”
“There will be much money for our project? For me?” The words came from the salivating mouth of Shoemaker, Otto Shoemaker, renowned geneticist from former East Germany.
“Yes, there will be, but only if our subject will be ready before Faber’s work.”
“Oh, it will, it will. Look for yourself! We are going to inject the grey’s staminal cells in our man by minutes, now.” Shoemaker pressed a button on the console next to him, and a metallic rolling shutter opened up, revealing a window looking down to an operating theatre.
A young black man was lying down on what seemed a bath tub, actually a sensory deprivation tank, and next to him a pool of men in white lab coat was attaching him many sensors and tubes.
“Who is him?” asked the General, looking for the first time at the chosen subject.
“He is nobody” said Shoemaker. “He is a nobody that soon will be the first on a race of superhuman. Or, should I say, superslaves...”
The General frowned. “Let’s see if it works, first”.
“It will work, it will” laughed the scientist. He bended over a small communicator over the console. “You can proceed, Eugene!”
Down in the lab, the guy named Eurgene took a big syringe from the metallic plate a nurse was holding up, and inject the slimy green serum inside the neck of the lying man.
And Emmanuel Nuanjoku saw the face of God.
