Chapter 2

Outside the room where Hannah and Z_0:00 were, a few military leaders were watching from outside.

"He's a teenager," one of them said.

"This had got to be a joke, what damage can a teenage boy do?"

One of the generals present squints his eyes at the security footage. "He should not be underestimated," he said. "That boy managed to cleanly kill fifteen guards on his own with a knife."

"His V.P. is regeneration, that doesn't make him a Score SS weapon."

They all concentrated on the security footage of the weapon and its creator.

"Do you want to live for something?"

Z_0:00 tilted his head slightly. Isn't he already living for something? His mission is to win the war for the honor of his country, what else is there?

"If I remove the chip from your spinal cord and you give me five years to show you meaning to life, will you finally realize there's more to your existence other than death and violence?"

Z_0:00 had no idea what she was talking about and tilted his head slightly.

"You should know how you go, I killed you while you were on a quest to kill everything in sight, I'm sure you remember that," she said and he nodded slightly.

Hannah smiles. "Well I don't want you to die like that," she said. "I've always wanted you to live peacefully, give it a chance, and feel for a moment."

His mind was blank and not a single thought went through his head. But he subconsciously nodded.

Hannah smiled happily. "Great, but for the next phase, don't panic."

He turns around when he feels something behind his neck. He sees a tentacle-like machinery with a needle in its tip.

He ripped the restraint put on him and turned to grab the device, only to feel pain behind his neck.

Hannah was behind him holding him closely. "Sorry about this," she said and he fell forward.

He was caught by Hannah before he could reach the ground. "Still awake?" he heard her say. "You're adapting more than I thought..."

"We've lost our mental connection to experiment Z_0:00."

Once that sentence was said, a glass shattered. A blonde woman with grey eyes was the one who shattered the glass desk. Her hand was bleeding yet showed no signs of emotion. "Continue," she said calmly.

The person speaking knew better than to disobey Doctor Natasha. "Our mental grip on him has been cut off, and the chip in his cerebral cortex has also been removed and destroyed."

They heard another shattering sound and even more blood was dripping from Natasha's hand. "Useless," she growled not hesitating to take a gun to shoot the person. "How can you lose something with no mind of its own?" she said angrily pulling the trigger.

She missed her aim for the person's head, but it was his arm, making him scream in pain. "Tch," she said in annoyance.

"Don't kill our telepath, Natasha."

She turned around hurriedly and saluted. "Sir," she said. The general of their base just arrived.

"I heard what happened," the general said. Natasha could tell he was angry.

"I-I will get him back sir," she said stammering slightly.

"Don't worry about that, I'll send people to bring him back, we can't let seventeen years of work go to waste," he said lightheartedly, but the tone of his voice didn't match the look in his eyes. "You need to continue working on the other weapons," he said.

"Who are you sending, sir?" Natasha asked.

"Wouldn't you want to know?" the general said teasingly but didn't answer her question. "You come with me," he said to the telepaths in the room.

"Yes, sir."

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Z_0:00 looked at the ceiling blankly. He was completely numb. Hannah had just finished performing neurosurgery on him and the anesthetic she used was still affecting him.

He tried moving his eyelids again and discovered he could move it. After a while, he tried moving his fingers, which proved to be quite difficult.

"You are moving," Hannah said, she never left the room for a minute and she was still wearing the bloody gloves used to perform the surgery. "The issue with your Broca's area has been solved as well, you can speak. You can think and also make decisions on your own. Isn't that exciting?"

He looks up to the ceiling. Even if he can speak, what is the use?

"Not going to, huh?" she said in sadness. "It doesn't matter, now I can take you home on your journey to live a peaceful life without any death," she said happily.