Episode 1 : Experiment
"Weapons of mass destruction. Chemical. Biological. Nuclear." said a man with a white beard, wearing round glasses with thin metal frames.
His hair was disheveled and white. Deep wrinkles were evident on his face.
"We want to create weapons that are far more advanced and superior compared to the ones we have now," the man added.
The name tag on his white coat read 'Alen'. Alen looked at a young man with neat black hair. He was dressed in white, just like Alen.
"Continue," said the young man, standing and listening to Alen, who was sitting at a long table on a wooden chair in front of him.
"Nuclear, biological, and chemical weapons are man-made. Humanity itself is a weapon. The human mind and body are extremely dangerous. Without humans, those three types of weapons wouldn't exist," Alen explained.
"Correct," replied the young man."We want to create a weapon. Humanity itself," Alen explained.
"What do you mean, sir?" the young man asked.
"I want to create humans as weapons that are immune to chemical, biological, and nuclear weapons," Alen stated directly.
"Extraordinary humans," replied the young man.
"Yes. We want to create or produce thousands of extraordinary soldiers. Immune to any weapon," Alen said.
"To dominate the world?" the young man asked.
"Not yet, Zawaq. The Super Soldier project hasn't started yet. For now, we just need test subjects to dominate Palestine," Alen explained.
"Understood," said Zawaq, the young man.
"All for Israhell," Alen said.
"For Israhell," Zawaq responded.
The glass cups glittered under the beautiful light as they clinked together. Relatives celebrated the occasion of Zawaq securing his dream job.
"Congratulations, Zawaq!" his parents' siblings said to him.
"Thank you," Zawaq replied, raising a glass of red wine in his right hand.
"How long have you been working?" asked one of his male cousins of Zawaq's age in the outdoor gazebo under the dark night sky.
"Two months now. I used a month's salary to throw this party," Zawaq said with a small smile.
"Good, good. Work for a year, save enough money to get married," one of his male cousins said.
"Help! Help, let me go!" cried a skinny man, thin as a twig. His hands, feet, and body were tightly chained and tied to the operating table.
"Begin the experiment," Alen said to a few assistants dressed in dark clothes and gas masks.
"Argh!!! Argh!!!!" screamed the man in pain as his abdomen was cut open with a surgical knife without anesthesia, revealing his intestines, lungs, and heart in the dark secret room.
"Thank you for coming to my son's career celebration. My son has become a scientist. May his job last until retirement," said Zawaq's father to the guests, who were his relatives.
The man convulsed. Foam bubbled at his mouth. His pupils slowly rolled back under his upper eyelids.
"Adrenaline! Shock his chest! We need the subject to remain conscious during the experiment!" Alen commanded the surgical assistants.
The suffering man shook his head violently while screaming unconsciously. His chest was shocked with a defibrillator. His eyes returned to normal, no longer white. His mouth expelled a mixture of saliva and blood profusely.
"Insert a suction tube into his throat! Prevent him from choking on his blood and saliva!" Alen ordered fiercely.
The alarm clock rang. Zawaq turned it off. The clock showed 9 a.m. Zawaq showered and dressed in doctor-like attire.
He descended the stairs, grabbed various fruits from the basket on the dining table, and packed them.
"Mother, I'm heading out," Zawaq said to his mother, who was reading the newspaper on the sofa, while biting a red apple in his left hand and carrying a metal bag in his right.
"Many experiments have failed," Alen said, sitting on the office sofa.
"We have to start from scratch," Zawaq replied.
"It's not that simple," Alen retorted.
"It's easier if we train soldiers and make them elite," Zawaq explained, sitting at the metal table and chair facing the blackboard.
"It takes too much time and wastes resources," Alen countered.
"Doctor Alen, let's use existing elite soldiers. Conduct experiments on them," Zawaq explained.
"Why elite soldiers?" Alen asked.
"Humans without muscles are weak. It's impossible to create extraordinary humans. What we need instead are already strong, healthy humans. We help them become extraordinary," Zawaq explained.
"That's true. We've been wasting resources on weak and powerless prisoners. That's why we failed," Alen's mind opened.
"Prisoners? What?" Zawaq asked Alen.
"Nothing," Alen replied.
"Doctor, experimenting on prisoners is against the law and humanitarian principles," Zawaq stated firmly.
"Enough. Have you served in the army before?" Alen asked Zawaq.
"Yes. I served in the army for three years and studied medical science for five years," Zawaq explained, puzzled.
"You're thirty now," Alen stated."Yes. Five years ago, I studied human and animal genetic science," Zawaq added.
"What is our goal in the super soldier project?" Alen asked Zawaq.
"To upgrade human limitations to extraordinary potential through experimental science," Zawaq replied.
"Zawaq, our duty is to help and transform humans from being weak to strong. There is no such thing as breaking the law or violating scientific ethics in our mission. We only aim to eliminate human weaknesses and retain the benefits for humanity," Alen explained.
"Understood, doctor," Zawaq acknowledged Alen's statement.
A soldier entered Doctor Alen's office as Alen and Zawaq were discussing their work.
"The volunteer is ready for the experiment," the soldier said, saluting Doctor Alen.
"Alright, I'll be there shortly," Doctor Alen replied to the soldier.
Zawaq and Alen got up from their seats and left the office, heading to the experiment site.
"How are you today, Lavi?" Alen asked a male soldier sitting on a bed.
"Good. Healthy, doctor. Even healthier than before. As time goes by, I can run. My legs were supposed to be paralyzed, but as days go by, I can feel my legs," Lavi said.
Zawaq took the documents about Lavi and read his background. Lavi's legs were paralyzed during the 1948 war. Both his legs were shot while retaliating against terrorists in the city.
"How long until you recover from lower body paralysis?" Zawaq asked Lavi.
"Let me introduce my student, Zawaq. He has also been involved in your treatment from behind the scenes," Alen said to Lavi.
"Thank you, doctor," Lavi said to Zawaq.
Zawaq responded to Lavi's gratitude with a nod and shook hands with Lavi.
"Lavi, get off the bed and show Zawaq that you can walk," Alen requested Lavi.Lavi got off the bed.
His legs hopped. Lavi also jogged in place. Doctor Alen clapped his hands several times in joy over his successful experiment.
"The experiment succeeded?" Zawaq asked.
"Yes! This is the only experiment that didn't require surgery!" Doctor Alen said excitedly.
"Thank you, doctor!" Lavi said to Alen.
"This non-surgical experiment isn't my work. The successful non-surgical experiment was conducted by Zawaq. I like to perform surgeries. Imagine if the surgical experiment succeeded," Doctor Alen laughed loudly.
"Oh, no, thank you. I'm afraid of surgery," Lavi said.