A few days later, Melchior was studying the Zetan technologies on his Command Ship, ISS Red Storm. Melchior was happy that he had acquired the advanced Zetan technological artefacts. The artefacts would give him almost unlimited power and would make sure that no one on Mars could stand against him. But Melchior felt annoyed that he couldn't use the technologies until he landed on Mars. Melchior didn't dare to transmit the Zetan technologies to Dov, fearing that the Terran Council would intercept the signal. The last thing Melchior wanted, was for his enemies to access these new advanced technologies.
Melchior opened another Zetan blueprint. The AI tried to block him from viewing the diagram, claiming that the files were a virus. Metatron had briefed Melchior about this when he handed over the records. The AI saw all Zetan codes as viruses by default, as the Zetans had used a different type of coding than human-made computers. Melchior chose to override the AI and opened the enticing top-secret code. He felt uneasy every time he did this. While his experts had advised him that he had nothing to fear, Melchior suspected that Metatron had found a way to outsmart him. This idea lingered like a splinter in his mind, yet he chose to ignore it.
Melchior lost interest in the Zetan blueprints and turned off the supercomputer. He walked to his bathroom and removed his tinted lenses. Melchior stared into the mirror studying his glowing purple predator eyes. He felt powerful studying his terrifying eyes. Melchior's transformation had triggered his hunger for flesh and bloodlust. Melchior desired to eat humans alive, while their hearts were still pumping blood, fresh and loaded with delicious zinc and iron. He desired to stare into his victims' eyes, paralysing them with fear, as they took their last breaths.
But Melchior couldn't fulfil his desires yet. Although Melchior wanted to eat one of his soldiers, he controlled himself. At the moment, Melchior was not powerful enough to kill and eat his own soldiers, without facing serious repercussions.
Failing to satisfy his bloodlust, Melchior felt exhausted. He went to sleep knowing that another night of vivid, violent dreams awaited him.
In the dream, Melchior was on an alien planet, which was very hot and filled with strange plants and animals.
Melchior's vision changed. It became narrow and blood-stained. Melchior could feel how his blood pressure and heart rate increased, along with feelings of excitement and pleasure. He had found his target. A human female was running away from him. Melchior leapt onto the target and sank his vicious fangs into her, drinking her blood. Melchior met her terrified gaze, and he recognised her. It was his mother. In his dream, Melchior felt a terrible sense of guilt. He had wasted his mother's life when he killed her with a laser cannon. The proper way to kill her, would have been as his pray, as her blood was thick, delicious, and satisfying!