He wakes again... in the D.N.A Laboratory... he feels different once more... he scans for any electrical draws in his system... He notices a new attachment on his back. He sits up, scratching his head, looking at the security detail once more... A security officer with a pistol, and multi-turret on the wall. He moves his hand left and right, sure enough one of the turrets follows it. The scientists watch him. The one called "Dr.Atronach" watches him intently, waiting to see what he does. James gestures to his back. "Oi, you bastard, what did you put on me this time? . "Oh, nothing, just an Electro-Magnet." The doctor replies with a laugh. "And if I try it?" He asks intently, partially excited about this add-on. "Well, you would probably stick to a wall, we aren't too sure yet, although you can use your hands to guide it." The doctor replies. James looks at the officer with the gun, and raises his hand to face him. He forces electricity through the E.M On his back, and the gun flies at the hand, but, simultaneously, the turret opens fire, sending a spark or two flying. The electricity short-circuits through his system, making him pass out on the table.
He wakes up an hour or two later, Groaning, his optical unit scrambling what he sees. "You are one hell of a son of a bitch! You know that?" He asks, furious. The doctors voice chimes in over the intercom, more cheery than usual. "Well, my friend, maybe you should have thought about that. But yes, I have modified your Empathy Chip, now you shouldn't consciously be able to fire your magnet at your friends at D.N.A Again."
"Of course, of course." He retorts, with faux enthusiasm. "Well, if you will follow our guard out, you will find your new room, fully furnished, with a metal object or two to home your skills on. As the doctor finishes that sentence, the security guard gestures him to follow. Just as a test, James raises his fist and attempts to trigger the blade-switch, in the direction of the security guard. He fails, as expected, and follows him out.
He moves into his room to find a metal cube, and a can or two on the table. He raises his hand to the cans, and triggers the magnet, sending the cans flying at him. Thinking back to his T.R.U Science lessons, he attempts to magnetize the back wall of his cell. He then throws a can at it, testing how magnetic it is, the can flies at the wall, sticking to it. He laughs and sends the can back into his hand. "Perfect..." He lies on the bed, sighing, remembering his entrapment, and falls asleep.
He wakes in the morning, and stands up. Promptly two soldiers move in, with what appear to be water-tanks on their backs. They laugh and aim their hoses at him, water jets out, pummeling him into the back wall, but washing him thoroughly. The internal heaters of the room fire up, drying the water, drying him and his clothing. Efficient... but annoying. He thinks, with much disappointment.
He is shuffled off into the labs, But, to much confusion, is moved through them, into the center of the courtyards. The guards then run off, not looking back once... What... what is this? The scientists voice pops over the intercom again. Morning, James, I trust you enjoyed your shower? James doesn't reply, and instead looks forward at the door. "Well, i guess i should get straight to the point then. Please place your palms facing each other, and activate your electromagnets.... James sighs, and presses his palms together. He thinks back to his science lessons, attempting to predict what will happen. He fails to, and forces electricity through the implant. The result is painful, even his CPU cannot filter the pain his body is feeling... A bright light forms in his hands, and expands. To him, it feels like hours of intense pain, to everyone else it is seconds... Seconds of imperative disaster... The base is totaled, a bright explosion signifying its destruction, and a loud "CLAP" of thunder, spiraling from this one point, almost covering earth. Everything metallic in the base is drawn to his one form, crushing him, hiding him, passed out, under scrap. He doesn't wake, but forces of all kinds are drawn to it, even the cutlery from T.R.U Bases half a planet away all face the direction this happened...
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