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Humanity was doing iteslf big favours now. The all out peace that had everyone happy and cheerful. Every now and then there would be someone wanting to try something new and it would be welcomed with open arms, and then gently discarded if it didnt seem up to scratch or if it never met expectations. There were afew things that reached this status but they were very cleanly and carefully disposed of by means of 'space junking'. Mankind was, after all, beginning to branch out into space and there were a few unstable or unsuitable finds out there in the vast expanse called space, so what better place to dispose of potentially harmful items or devices that didnt make the grade? Of course it was upon the safer interests to strip down the reusable materials and then discard the dangerous part, be it a nuclear drive or an experementa Plasma core reactor, the reusable bits were removed and the volatile core or whatever part, was removed and stored within a coolant container and then shipped off to the space Junk depo.

Although there were strict guidlines to deactivate and recycle unsatisfactory items, there were even stricter guidlines as to the coralling and storage of these items in the space junk. It was all automated and interesting. It was too dangerous for humans to be near the masses of expelled reactors or other items. Even with a Haz-Mat Suit or a Bio-Protector, humans would succumb to the radiation very quickly and be killed, so it was all automated to keep things in check. Which was a good thing.

Farther through space, orbiting one of the moons of Vilant was a space station. and onboard the space station was a secret construction bay. It had existed well before the corporation had begun its grip over everything, and for the most part lay unnoticed and un discovered as there were no astral nor orbital charts pertaining to the origins of the station were in existance. There was a secret going on onboard the station.

Down winding corridors and cutoofs and apparent dead ends, there was a medical bay where a crew feverishly worked to save the life of a young man. There had been an accident on Vilant not long after the assassination of the president, and it had taken the lives of many innocents and the young man was amongst those caught in the accident. Somehow he still lived and was hanging on by willpower alone, and the doctors and nurses worked in a feverpitch state to save his life. Unfortunately the majority of his body was shattered beyond repair and they created the first bio-roid. The young man's lower body was rebuilt with artificail parts synthskin and electro neruo-fibre rods. It was an experience that they all shared in and the young mans life was saved. but there was still the matter of what they were going to do . The still had to report to the over-seer of the whole facility and inform him about the success of the operation. It wouldnt take long for the military units to want to outfit him with some of the latest hardware that they had developed, including the new semi auto hadcannons that were part of the slide spring system they were developing for quick combat. The armour was a different story. they wanted to fit him with a form of powered armour around his torso shoulders and legs. The doctors had let a groan out at the shape of what was daubbed 'Pre-Heresy Tactical Dreadnought Armour' The suit was huge and would need to connect directly to the man's CNS (Central Nervous System) and FONU's (Fibre Optic Neural Units). The Doctors argued that it was too soon to fit him with all these machinations of power and energy. The military argued that it was time that they were tested in actual combat and not in simulated experiences where computational data was no match for actual feild data.


"THIS IS GETTING US NO WHERE!!!" yelled the man in the gry suit as his fist slammed down on the dossier of information infront of him. His coffe mug waverd and its contents fought to stay inside the plastic mug. Other men in suits nodded their approval of the man's statement and he was representing the military side. They never could iron out their differences, and it was always suit and ties that had to discuss or confer or make some form of mad agreement for both sides.

The CIC (Commander In Chief) of the whole installation was not pleased that the Persona Medica and the Astartes factions could not get along with each other. It had been too long since there was any actual need for both factions to co operate and so they began to mistrust each other. But things would have to finsih up with this. This was the new timing of it all, and the CIC knew that at the heart of the Corporation there was something afoot, something rotten. But what it was, no one knew and they were afraid to find out. They needed this project off the ground and with the massive disagreement between the Persona Medicae and the Astartes, things were looking very bleak to begin with.

In the medical recovery bay, the young man was beginning to come round, groggily and slowly at first and then more coherently as his eyes managed to focus on the room. He looked to the left and to the right to a series of monitors that shown his vital signs in bright greens and reds against the black backgrounds. The digital display of his heart rate constantly rose and fell by two numbers keeping it average. He scanned the room and noticed the messages scrolling along the monitor in the angled ceiling. the message scrolled from left to right and was constantly saying his name. The message read :

Welcome Trask. Glad to see you are awake, alive and well....

The message kept on repeating itself over and over again. There was a swish of doors opening and a young woman walked in on him. She smiled, her sapphire blue eyes warm and inviting as she gnetly approached him. He was still connected by a few purification leads and energy transductors, and had difficulty in sitting up in the bed. In fact he nearly fell out of the bed, but the nurse caught him, the feeling of his skin agains cool mettal skin made him look up. The nurse was a humanoid robot, a type designed and produced exclusively for medical services to carry out the smaller and more delicate operations that humans could not. There was only a handful of the droids in operation as they were still on the drawing board. even though she was a robot, her smile was genuinely human as the synthskin gently moves as she smiles at him.

He thought her beautiful and blushed slightly as he felt her strong yet gentile hands help him up. He looked up at her and she just smiled and never said anything. That was the problem with the droids that were made for positions such as this. They were designed on the most beautiful women and yet not given a voice. All they could do was communicate with others in binary data and take orders from the humans without complain and carry out the tasks efficiently. it was something taht the humans were thankful for as it could allow the human doctors and nurses to deal with the more seriously ill patients.

Trask just looked at her, perfect in every way and yet as silent as the space around them. The door opened again and someone else entered. A nam in a royal blue suit and red tie. His shoos clicking on the smooth clean floor noisily as he approached the bed.

"Ah" his smooth yet stern voice began " I see that you are awake now Trask"

"Trask?" Who...who..the hell are you?" THe young man answered from his propped up position.

"Who am I? I am the CIC of this installation and I find it an honour to finally see one of our successful operations in work."

"The hell??" Trask began but was cut off by the female droid gnetly placing her hands on his chest.

"You see my friend, you were crushed when an accident destroyed the top half of the Metholic Hall on Vilant. you were in the crowd that were crushed as it fell. YOu might not remember but its true. You effectively died there and we managed to save you, or the most of you. You see you were that badly damaged that we had to rebuild half of you using mechanical parts and artificial components."

"Uhh..you mean im a freak?...youve made me a freak!!" Trask moved to get up from the bed bu the droid gnetly forced him down a look of 'dont strain yourself' in her sapphire eyes, and it took away the anger he felt.

"Freak? As CIC of this orbital installation, i would prefer, Trask, that you be called almost super human. And besides, as far as the world down on 'Elysion' is concerned this place doesnot exist and you are effectively dead so you are not classable as a freak, only a ghost if someone recognises you."

"But my name is not Trask..my name is...my name is...what was my name??"

"You dont know becasue your name effectively died with you down in that accident. Unfortunately that accident was a long time ago now - thirteen months to be exact and youve been here since then. It was a long process and we managed to get everything working now." HE looked at the chronometer on the wall and then excused himself, the nurse droid looking at Trask with a form of happyness in her eyes before following the CIC out ofthe room. Trask was alone again.

He lay back and looked out the window at the blue glow of the planet below them and sighed. He wondered what would be waiting for him when he got back. If he got back