The Head of the research department watched the video feeds that were being transmitted real time into the viewing room he was currently seated in, his eyes wide and his jaws left ajar. He could absolutely not believe that this was the clone he had belittled a bit over a week before. It was almost as if he was looking at another person!
"I-Impossible!" He shot up from his chair, stumbling over his words as he hurried out of the room, his startled guards rushing after him. The pair of guards shared a look through their dark visors and shrugged. Their charge rarely got angry, at most annoyed by some random lab occurrence, but they had never seen him erupt in such a manner before.
The followed him down a few halls before they reached an elevator that took them down a couple levels. After five minutes or so of walking, they finally reached a blocked off chamber that was usually used for tests on personnel. Unlike before, this area had been blocked off by a large number of armed guards.
"What nonsense is this?! I am THE research Head and I DEMAND that you let me though!!!" He yelled out at the top of his voice, his anger making his tone reach heights it hadn't in years. His guards stood back and watched him, although they tried calming him down a few times. Seeing it wasn't working, though, they left him alone.
"What is going on here?" The sound of a series of soft clicks, along with a light, but firm and stern voice brought them out of their bubble. They all turned their heads to the purple haired woman who had appeared behind the wall of armored guards that prevented the research head from getting into the blocked off area.
"Freya! What are you doing there? Tell these goddamned trash to get out of my way!" The research head pointed at Freya and motioned to the guards surrounding him and preventing him from accessing that wing of the facility.
"What am I doing here?" Freya raised a brow and shot the research head a strange look. "No, I should ask YOU what you are doing here, Lamil. Director Nendi has decided to shift focus on less important and rewarding research directions that haven't borne much fruit lately, to those that have borne much more than expected lately, and that is the Cloning Facility's aspect."
Freya shot the withering research head, Lamil, a sweet smile, her purple irises sparkling in the bright light of the hallway as she broke the remaining news to him.
"As of today, I am the new research head, and you aren't even my assistant. So, why don't you go do some of your boring lab stuff while I keep myself occupied with my clone, eh? How does that sound? Now, ta-ta! Guards, please take him to where he is needed. I don't need anyone stirring up a racket around here." With a final glare at Lamil, Freya turned around and walked down the hall, leaving the dejected ex-research head to be dragged back to his room.
He was unceremoniously dumped on his couch, left to continue watching the spectacular performance of the clone he had ignored and brushed away as if it was nothing, the look in his eyes distant and dead.
...
Freya checked over her clipboard one more time as she walked through the halls. She had been keenly recording any deviation that Maximiler had shown throughout the past couple of days, and the data that she had received in return was astounding!
Not even their most advanced processors were capable of running though so much data at such a fast pace, yet, Maximiler did it all like it wasn't even an obstacle.
Of course, after every few runs, Maximiler would require rest, but today had been all about pushing the boundaries. The round of training that Maximiler had undergone today was required him to continue using his prodigious processing speed as much as he could until he absolutely couldn't use it anymore.
Once again, the results she had received were astounding.
If the ratings were to be scaled from a 1 to 10, then each and every time that Maximiler had used his enhanced processing speed to carry out a task, he got a 10 out of 10. A perfect score. Even under the strain of continuous use, he kept on getting a perfect score. It was so unreal that it was mind blogging!
As magical and scientifically stumping as this sounded, his ability had a limit. Himself. Although his mind was now moving at a speed that not even the Planetary Government's fastest supercomputer could move at, his body was still limited to that of a standard human's. His brain, his muscles, his bones, his body, was unable to keep up with the intense speed of his mind.
After stressing out himself thoroughly today, Maximiler was left as a limp sack of meat, carried back to a rejuvenating chamber by a team of medics, and his trusty guard, Jacob, by his side.
It had only been a couple of days since he had awoken, but orders from up above instructed her to push Maximiler to his limits.
The only they had gotten information on as of now was his vastly enhanced cognitive functions. As for that other ability that he had showcased toward the end of the space battle, where he had masterfully manipulated the debris that floated through space, they hadn't seen neither hide not hair of that ability, even going as far as questioning him for it.
Freya continued going down all the listed points she had made sure to capture as questioned Maximiler. There was one highlighted sentence that took a whole page. It read:
'Reborn Anew'.
Upon questioning Maximiler on how he felt after waking up, he had told her that he honestly felt as though he had been reborn anew. She had made sure to take note of that, as the Director of the Institute would surely love to know that.
With a sigh, Freya shook her head and continued on her way to her office.