this will be the most important thing she ever does. and yet no one will know her name. no one will know the face behind the creation, the mother who gives birth to whatever monstrosity becomes of this. that is her blessing. she is a creature of the shadows; her science is an art - she will be feared/revered through her experiments. the not-knowing only makes it more holy.
i've been spending too much fucking time around that man. she tucks a curl behind her ear. his smell is still on her skin. her sheets are still tousled. the desperation of their desires manifests in so many more ways than the grueling work their hours are spent toiling away. they are each other's respite - electric and lustrous.
she licks her lips. her bioscanner is still in the green. in the time since his '
hiring' of her, he has gifted her with many toys. she almost has as much now as she had when she were in high standings with rocket.
her conversation with
THEO BECKETT runs through her mind, briefly, for she shunts it out as the rest of her machines buzz softly to life.
her pokemon are kept elsewhere. only two subjects remain in the lab with her. the first, her
true subject, and the second, her bodyguard - collateral damage if the need arises, strong enough to protect her against anything that may go wrong. she won't admit lightly that she's also come to prefer the creature's odd company.
her days' worth of scans have nearly finished. virtual testing processed and tweaked, all by the ai she'd managed to fashion from what bits of data she could uncover about his project
avalon.
the final test passes. she receives the green light. and when she does, the tube that holds, that
sustains jirachi's wish tag, emerges. she wears a bodysuit; it covers her hands. thin enough to allow her to maneuver and work and stronger than diamond,
hopefully enough to protect her from the wild thing she seeks to work with.
and this thing, this
object, is very much alive. it shudders as her hands near it. when she's but a breath away from it, it lurches, folding over itself and onto her hands, looking for purchase.
"subject #wt001, henceforth known as 'the parasite' exhibits objective-oriented behavior. i believe it is searching for the flesh of a living being. as i speak, it attempts to penetrate my armor." she pauses and relaxes.
"without success."the poipole hovers a foot above her, watching critically. she moves the tag to her operating table. several glass walls slide up, boxing in the tag so that it can't roll away from her. she retrieves a scalpel.
"attempting to provoke a pain response." she inserts the knife and there is a tug, as though she is pulling against flesh.
"the parasite recoils. sensory readings confirm that it has a reaction to damage, akin to feeling pain, and it - bleeds." she withdraws the knife.
blackish blood drips from its end. she grabs for a vial to collect it, but before she can get the sample, the matter simply...disappears into dust. alarmed, she lowers the scalpel and observes the object.
"run additional diagnostics with this new information. any remains separated from the parasite result in immediate disintegration." she withdraws and clicks a button. a glass top slides over the walls, trapping the tag. she retrieves her phone from her desk and dials the only number she's ever called from it.
"get down here. we need to talk."
