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In a time that might seem like a flash in Earth's vast chronology, humanity stands on the brink of drastic evolutionary change. If the development of our species from its origins to today were captured in a universal history book, modern human beings would barely occupy the last lines of the last page. And in that last paragraph, in the last consonants before the full stop, a new plot emerges: the appearance of the mutants.
These beings, whom some see as the next natural evolution of man and others as an existential threat, have begun to alter the balance of global power. The reality is disturbing: mutants, with their superior abilities, could be marking the beginning of the end of the human species as we know it, relegating our descendants to a closed chapter in the history books.
Faced with this scenario, world powers and secret organizations like SHIELD have initiated radical projects to ensure the survival and relevance of humanity. One of these projects is the development of a new species based on humans but genetically improved to compete with mutants. Called "Psychics," these beings would be humans with amplified abilities, designed specifically to counter mutants.
My son, born with mutant genes, is now one of the test subjects in a highly classified program funded by the government and SHIELD. Although the project raises profound ethical and moral dilemmas, desperation to keep humanity relevant in an age of mutants has led many to support these experiments.
Meanwhile, my son is growing up in an environment that is less home and more laboratory. As a parent, I find myself at an emotional and ethical crossroads. Every innocent smile of my son is a reminder of the weight his young shoulders may never be prepared to carry. Is it fair to burden one generation with the responsibility of saving another? Is it morally acceptable to alter human beings into living weapons?
This race for survival not only redefines what it means to be human, but also calls into question the direction of our evolution. Are we heading toward a future where humanity and mutants coexist, or one where the new dominant species erases the old one?
As we move forward in this final line of our story, we must ask ourselves what kind of future we are writing, not just for Espers or mutants, but for everyone on our planet. The answer, elusive and complex, is found in the final consonant before the period yet to be written.
The program seeks not only to imitate mutant abilities, but to surpass them. Psychic Espers are being designed to have a broader range of psychic abilities, including telepathy, telekinesis, and perhaps even matter manipulation. The theory behind this is to create individuals who can foresee and neutralize mutant threats before they occur, a sort of human force field around the interests of old humanity.
The psychic abilities developed so far can suppress the mutant genome in exchange for weak mental powers, variants such as pyrokinesis have shown the government that developing this project as a neutralizer is no longer the goal, the development of esper supersoldiers is the new goal.
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The experiments on mutants of all ages to understand the functioning of the x genome, the purpose is to find a way to eliminate it or suppress my research and many others have already been approved by the government, but SHIELD has contacted me to take the project to the next level but my rejection is forceful, my son is proof that I have taken this to the limit and I just want to finish all this work.
My son's growth demonstrates that the procedure to eliminate the mutant gene is variable as all single test subjects have demonstrated genetic defects in countermeasures to adapt to the anti-mutant treatment, now testing on infants has begun but no further testing is needed to know that my treatment is a failure
I have only managed to retain the x gene in am I have only managed to retain x gen it effectively until youth and adulthood in mutants, originally it manifests itself in the age of infants or puberty, in extreme cases powers develop without any control.
The government has used this to stop the spread of more mutants through the country's water along with other anti-mutant projects.
Furthermore, SHIELD did not start the esper project with elite soldiers with psychic powers. At the moment they have not returned to look for my colleagues and me for their new projects.
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The white-haired mutant Aleis and Logan were seen eating in a cafeteria before setting off again on the road towards the mansion, but the trip is interrupted before it begins, some guys in SHIELD suits approach Logan, stalking him.
The SHIELD subjects advanced on Logan with determination in their eyes, his weapons pointed directly at him. The mutant growled, preparing for confrontation while his partner, Aleis, stood alert next to him.
Without warning, the SHIELD agents opened fire, their bullets whistling through the air in Logan's direction. In one quick, fluid motion, the mutant unleashed his adamantium claws, parrying the bullets with his razor-sharp blades. However, some of the shots managed to hit their target, wounding Logan in the process.
Despite the pain, Logan didn't stop. With a ferocious roar, he lunged forward, lashing out at the SHIELD agents with impressive force. His claws glinted in the sunlight as he sliced through the air with deadly precision, felling his opponents one by one.
Meanwhile, Aleis watched the battle in awe, impressed by Logan's skill and ferocity in combat. Although he knew the mutant was formidable, seeing it in action was a completely different experience.
"These guys definitely didn't smell SHIELD," he growled softly into the air the badger.
Finally, the SHIELD agents were defeated, and Logan was left panting, his claws still extended as he looked around for any other potential enemies. Aleis approached his side, worried about the mutant's injuries.
"Are you okay, Logan?" Aleis asked, examining the mutant's wounds.
Logan growled in response, but nodded, his expression hardened by his determination. Although injured, he knew that he would recover quickly thanks to his incredible regeneration ability.
"Come on, we have to get to the mansion before any more problems arise," Logan said, standing up determinedly. Aleis nodded, and together, they headed towards the road. However, the battle is only beginning in a moment. Aleis is drawn in. to a van unable to use his ability due to an anti-mutant collar that suppresses him, he realizes that his vector ability does not seem to be affected this time by the device but I also feel that its use is different, now it is through psychic energy that he uses to free himself and pit the mini army against them.
With Aleis incapacitated in part by the anti-mutant collar, he was forced to rely on his psychic ability to confront the mini SHIELD army surrounding them. Although he felt limited by the lack of control over his vector manipulation, he soon discovered that his psychic energy was equally powerful combined with his vector energy.
With concentrated effort, Aleis channeled his psychic energy, sending sonic and force waves toward the SHIELD agents. The soldiers were thrown into the air, their weapons flying from their hands as they struggled to keep their balance. Aleis took the opportunity to free herself from the truck's grip, breaking the chains with his psychic power.
Once free, Aleis charged forward, engaging the SHIELD agents with renewed ferocity. His attacks were precise and devastating, his psychic energy driving each blow with overwhelming force. Despite being outnumbered, Aleis did not retreat, fighting determinedly to protect himself and reach the mansion.
Meanwhile, Logan watched the battle cautiously from a distance, impressed by Aleis's ability to engage his enemies with his vector ability. Although wounded, the mutant grunted in approval, knowing that he had one less obstacle on his side as he began to tear apart SHIELD suits left and right.
Finally, the SHIELD agents were defeated, and Aleis approached Logan, his breathing heavy but his gaze determined.
"Should we run away?" Aleis asked, worried about the mutant's injuries and his current state.
Logan nodded, his expression battle-hardened. "I'm fine to keep kicking government ass," he replied, complete annoyance in his voice. "But we have to get to the mansion before more problems arise."
With that determination, Aleis and Logan decided to They headed out onto the road once more, ready to face any challenge that stood in their way to the safety of the X-Men mansion.
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At night the moon falls illuminated by the sun giving the vision of a room that flickers with lights with a child watching television and the other two sleeping in their respective beds.
Now asleep, Aleis struggled not only with the aftermath of his confrontation with Shadow King, but also with painful memories of his past that returned in the form of recurring nightmares. The image of his childhood home, always so full of life and love, now appeared in his dreams as a crime scene: the tragic vision of his father, a committed investigator, killed in a robbery. unsolved.
The family never fully recovered from the shock. Her mother, who had once been a pillar of strength and joy, was plunged into deep desolation, her pain manifesting itself in an eternal embrace, trying to keep her children as close as possible while the world fell apart. she was falling apart. The death of his father triggered a series of events that destabilized their precarious financial and emotional stability, although they managed to survive thanks to the funds his father had accumulated through his meticulous work.
His sister, just a year after the incident, began to show signs of profound disorder. They found her one day, passed out in her room, babbling incoherent sentences. Her doctors diagnosed her with schizophrenia and sent her to Milbury Hospital, a place known for its treatment of mental illnesses, but also for its gloomy atmosphere and questionable methods.
The boy's body begins to wake up trembling from the nightmares, he finds himself sweaty in the room with the other two companions still asleep.
Aware of his problems, she begins to try to improve his newly weakened ability.
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Sentry is goooooood...