'So, you are the new test subject.'
'Wait, what do you mean?'
Alex asked Dr. Watson, who was apparently leading the operation.
The man looked like he was in his late twenties and gave off an intriguing vibe.
With his hair having an unusual white color for his age, amber eyes that resembled those of a snake, and having pale skin, he certainly looked like an exotic but handsome man.
Alex didn't know where he was. The facility for the treatment was underneath the room he was in, where he signed the contract.
'Well, there were other poor souls like you, but unfortunately, they all died.'
Not the first thing you should tell the person who recently just agreed to a highly experimental treatment. Alex's mind started imagining stuff it shouldn't. To ease himself, he asked.
'On how many people have you performed the treatment before?'
'Can't say I remember exactly, but don't worry, back then the chances were 70%/30%, but now after an incredible breakthrough, it's now about 60%/40%, isn't it great?'
--Wait, what? I don't understand.
Alex was a bit confused. Having lived with brain cancer for over 6 months, it started affecting his understanding and processing speed. It suddenly hit him.
'Wait, you mean that-'
'Yes, there's a 40% chance you'll survive, and 60% you will not.'
He said with a devilish smile unfitting for a doctor.
'Now, nurse. Take subject number 55 to his room.'
'Wait, 55!! You mean there were 54 people before me.'
'Yes, and now I would love to chat, but we don't have time to waste, now go.'
Alex was immediately having second thoughts about all of this. It was at this moment, his mind said, "Nope."
'Can I take back the contract? I think I will try other places first.'
'Don't worry, worst-case scenario, you will die, but I guarantee it will be a quick and painless death.'
*Who allowed this guy to be a doctor?*
'That does not make me feel better!'
The nurse proceeded to drag him away to his room. Everything was happening too quick for Alex that he couldn't respond.
Suddenly the 10 more months of life seem like an entire lifetime, and Alex was more than happy to live the rest of them.
The situation kept saying one thing, "You're now trapped." Basically, Alex was now their new guinea pig, and it wasn't fun being one.
The facility was underneath the ground and was more substantial than a mansion. Few people could have been seen there, which didn't wear a lab coat.
Among them were nurses, janitors, and maintenance checkers, which rarely came out. Most of the work was handled by robots specifically designed to do them, albeit none had a famous company's trademark or logo.
The facility had the feeling of a hospital, any hospital that could be built 5 years later, and its advanced technology did not feel shy from showing itself.
With its miniature drones replacing birds, mini- boards that the doctors often used to get around, transparent clipboards that removed the need for paper writing, all combined with fancy lighting, it was a nice experience.
Somebody had spent his money very generously.
Dr. Watson briefly explained to Alex what they were trying and going to do.
They were going to use electrical signals to activate his every cell and program the nucleus on self-healing.
It would take forever to activate every cell individually. The solution is to only program the brain's neurons, and it will activate the rest for them.
This would theoretically make the body's recovery much more powerful, but that isn't the only thing they were after.
To them, only 10% of the human DNA is active, the rest is sitting there doing nothing. They wanted to unlock the rest of the 90% and ultimately create a superhuman capable of performing inhuman feats.
All of this was still in theory, and so was the success rate, and we can see how accurate that was.