Nathan was jolted awake by a sharp pain in the right side of his body. He let out a deafening scream from the excruciating pain that he was feeling at the moment. His mind went blank from the agony his body is going through. He doesn't know what is going on.
He is unable to form any coherent thought. Mind, body, and soul are feeling exhausted. Nonetheless, Nathan forced himself to stay awake. He wasn't going to lose consciousness until he got the answers to his questions.
“Wh… where… Where am I? And… wh… what the fuck are you doing to my body?” A man smiled when he heard Nathan speak. He is impressed that the boy still has some spunk in him despite having his right arm cut off moments ago. He walked over to the table Nathan was laying on.
“Hello Nathan. You're being held in the secret laboratory that my uncle created years ago. A place that is dedicated to everything related to cyborgs. Cyber Initiative became a success in 2298 and I wanted to use the research DEMA had conducted for Cyber Initiative to work on a new project that I had in mind. Something that will benefit the Ainsberg family for generations. Project X. A cyborg whose specialty is assassination. And I chose you to be the candidate of my project due to meeting every criteria on my list. My team is getting rid of your limbs, torso, and all the organs that you won't be needing anymore. While keeping the brain and spine intact. And any sense of self you have right now, will be gone once the project is completed. Do you have more questions for me?” The man patiently waited for Nathan’s reply.
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“You. I recognize your voice. I heard you talking to someone without the voice changer when I completed my last job. So… you're the bastard I've been working for these past two years. Kyrian Ainsberg. Now I know why you kept your ugly mug a secret from me all this time.
All I have left to tell you is this: fuck you.” Once Nathan was done talking, he spit in Kyrian’s face. Kyrian wasn't fazed by this and took out a napkin to wipe the spit off his face. “So this is the end of our conversation. I expect great things from you, Grey Fox.”