Inconsistent.
After a few hallways and a quick elevator ride, Yamada and Ayuu reach a long white hall with curvy windows at head length to their right, looking out to a walled-off playground with swings, balancing beams, and slides all colored white over lush green grass.
They walked over to the two main doors in the middle of a long, slender window. Past the playground at the other side of the field, another pair of silver doors opened with two women wearing white and black nurse outfits pushing them ajar.
A group of about fifty children ran into the fields from the doors with smiling faces, laughing as they pushed each other on swings and glided down the slides.
Some surrounded a white circle drawn in chalk in the middle of the playground, while others conversed around puzzles and world maps on blue hologram interfaces.
Sirius, Yamada’s private research firm, was notable for their work in nano-tech and advanced medicines. However, like most private organizations nowadays, Sirius had sectors that performed undisclosed experimentation and esoteric groundwork. While some focused on robotics, such as android infiltrators like Esern, or wave-force technology like MaveyArch, Siriuses’ expertise resides in genetic engineering.
Different gene therapy analyses were introduced during constant warfare a few years ago with agent pro-biotech and cybernetics. However, they became obsolete because mecha-suits and other quantum-war vests provided tissue regeneration on demand.
With the introduction of other lifeforms in the cosmos, like the Ya’valt, the notion of humans with meta competencies or enhanced capabilities was thought more significant than any mechanical weaponry could provide. Yamada agreed for once with the opulent board members she sat in meetings with. Human nature will never change and would need to expand its innate gene pool if wanting to continue to thrive.
One nurse walked past the playground, made her way to the door Yamada stood in front of, saluted, then tapped the door once so that it shot up into the ceiling.
“Ma’am, Specialist Jussila reporting for your daily analysis!” She exclaimed while clicking her heels together.
Despite the white nurse outfit, the blonde woman’s demeanor and toned body made her seem more of a trained officer than a medical worker.
Yamada saluted, then threw her hand to the side. “At ease, Specialist. And by the way, you’re off duty when you’re working for us. We’re not in the military. So please stop making me salute and all that.”
“No can do, ma’am! Despite my rank, I’m still getting paid as a commissioned officer for the Earthian Nations Navy Regiment!”
“Right, fine, fine. You can give me your report now.”
Specialist Jussila locked her hands behind her back, then spread her feet across as much as her tight-knit white skirt could without ripping.
“Ma’am! All the juveniles are showing no signs of psychological, physical, or mental problems! They’re quite keen on human language and became fluent in French and Mandarin in a matter of days! Their quite intelligent and understand complex puzzles, advanced mathematics, and scientific formulas!”
“We have a couple of little geniuses. How cute!” Ayuu praised with a smile.
“… Though, of course, there’s the ranking percentile that you always ask for.”
The second nurse, this one more feminine with longer eyelashes, ivory skin, and greenish eyes, wore her dark-brown hair in a ponytail resting on her shoulder. She bowed in front of Yamada and Ayuu, her all-black nurse attire rippling as she lifted her head back up.
She handed two blue clipboards over to Yamada and Ayuu with green holographic text.
“Thank you, Specialist Rosaline.” Yamada took the board with an attempt to smile.
Ayuu pressed a button at the top of the board, listing the term Learning Curve.
“Ahh! Look at that! Chloe is still high in the charts for both science and math portions. But look, June is at the top for memory retention and concentration. Excellent!” Ayuu scrolls down the list in glee.
Yamada scrolled down her sheet, sliding her hand past the different children’s portfolios. Most of the children had generous smiles showing their pearly whites, with names of American, British, and German descent. She stopped at a child’s portfolio of a girl with short brown hair cut at the sides of her cheeks and chestnut-colored pupils.
“How’s she doing?”
Specialist Rosaline puts a hand up to her chin. “Uhmm, well, she was doing great with all the other children in terms of studies, but when her roommate, Relle, started undergoing treatment, her scores plummeted.”
“Depression, perhaps? Maybe resentment towards us?” Ayuu speculated.
“That’s just the thing, Dr. Saseyuu. She makes zeros on all of her tests. Sometimes she even stays longer in class just to make perfect fifties as well.” Rosaline added.
“Most of the placement tests are multiple choice, with four answers, giving her at least a twenty-five percent chance for a correct solution. If she’s scoring zeroes and fifties, she’s purposely giving the wrong answer. You might as well put a one and another zero in front of her scores.”
Ayuu grinned while straightening the red tie around his collared shirt. “What an intriguingly contumacious specimen!”
Rebellious nature wasn’t all that uncommon for adolescents, especially since these children shared human genes. But it was the girl’s peculiar way of revolt that had Yamada pondering. If she had the intelligence and aptitude to undermine the tests she was taking, her acumen was more bent on observation. Her reasoning behind her actions was plausibly rebellion, the justifiable cause being her roommate’s treatments, but that didn’t sit well with Yamada. From her time working with head executives of other major research branches, she’s learned that in a sphere of social construct, organized habits are just intelligent manipulation.
Yamada looked up to the children, continuing to gather around the chalked-off space. “Any other behavioral problems? Has she been talking to other children, making threats to staff?”
“No ma’am! In fact, the opposite! If other children are having problems with their work or trouble figuring out puzzles, she’ll come over to assist them, giving them praise as well!” Specialist Jussila exclaimed.
“She’s quite the peculiar child.” Rosalina beamed with a tilt of her head.
Yamada looked back down at her board.
To measure a batch’s growth and determine if they’re a good fit for their transitional gene method, their characteristics and distinctions were charted using a system of Yamada’s own creation; One of the few projects she was desperate to get ahold of. The children’s attributes were separated into a pentagon-shaped graph showing their strengths and weaknesses. Most children had fluctuating diagrams in languages, memory, physical acclimation, and education. However, with a single swipe, Yamada’s eyes narrowed on the girl, having only a single spike growing in one section.
“… Combat Training, huh,” Ayuu murmured while leaning onto Yamada’s shoulder. “So she’s a fighter.”
Yamada pushed his face away and pointed her board over to the circle. She then drew a line with her hand and placed it on the board, creating a virtual image of a bird's-eye view above the children’s playground.
The live video zoomed in on the chalked-off area, showing the growing crowd of children all wearing white multi-threaded bodysuits with their fingers and the fronts and backs of their soles visible. Most of them had pale skin, with others becoming lighter akin to pastel.
The children surrounding the circular arena chanted and screamed as two children, a young boy and a girl, circled around each other with their fists raised. The boy’s skin was colorless, like his short-cut hair, but his gleaming red eyes were narrowed and tracked his opponent’s every move. His adversary was a younger girl, no older than fourteen, with short brown hair, having a few strands hiding her left eye. Her pupils were dark brown, and her skin was more pastel, making her seem more human-like than the others.
“… Get er’ Ramo! Easy pickings right there!” One boy chanted from the crowd.
“… Show her how it’s done!” Another boy yelled.
Ramo’s eyes narrowed as he took a deep breath, expanding his feet and stance as he exhaled. He then pulled one fist to his side and extended the other, balling his fist acutely into his palm as if he was holding a utensil. His toes dug deep into the sand as if preparing to take off.
Inconsistent.
After a few hallways and a quick elevator ride, Yamada and Ayuu reach a long white hall with curvy windows at head length to their right, looking out to a walled-off playground with swings, balancing beams, and slides all colored white over lush green grass.
They walked over to the two main doors in the middle of a long, slender window. Past the playground at the other side of the field, another pair of silver doors opened with two women wearing white and black nurse outfits pushing them ajar.
A group of about fifty children ran into the fields from the doors with smiling faces, laughing as they pushed each other on swings and glided down the slides.
Some surrounded a white circle drawn in chalk in the middle of the playground, while others conversed around puzzles and world maps on blue hologram interfaces.
Sirius, Yamada’s private research firm, was notable for their work in nano-tech and advanced medicines. However, like most private organizations nowadays, Sirius had sectors that performed undisclosed experimentation and esoteric groundwork. While some focused on robotics, such as android infiltrators like Esern, or wave-force technology like MaveyArch, Siriuses’ expertise resides in genetic engineering.
Different gene therapy analyses were introduced during constant warfare a few years ago with agent pro-biotech and cybernetics. However, they became obsolete because mecha-suits and other quantum-war vests provided tissue regeneration on demand.
With the introduction of other lifeforms in the cosmos, like the Ya’valt, the notion of humans with meta competencies or enhanced capabilities was thought more significant than any mechanical weaponry could provide. Yamada agreed for once with the opulent board members she sat in meetings with. Human nature will never change and would need to expand its innate gene pool if wanting to continue to thrive.
One nurse walked past the playground, made her way to the door Yamada stood in front of, saluted, then tapped the door once so that it shot up into the ceiling.
“Ma’am, Specialist Jussila reporting for your daily analysis!” She exclaimed while clicking her heels together.
Despite the white nurse outfit, the blonde woman’s demeanor and toned body made her seem more of a trained officer than a medical worker.
Yamada saluted, then threw her hand to the side. “At ease, Specialist. And by the way, you’re off duty when you’re working for us. We’re not in the military. So please stop making me salute and all that.”
“No can do, ma’am! Despite my rank, I’m still getting paid as a commissioned officer for the Earthian Nations Navy Regiment!”
“Right, fine, fine. You can give me your report now.”
Specialist Jussila locked her hands behind her back, then spread her feet across as much as her tight-knit white skirt could without ripping.
“Ma’am! All the juveniles are showing no signs of psychological, physical, or mental problems! They’re quite keen on human language and became fluent in French and Mandarin in a matter of days! Their quite intelligent and understand complex puzzles, advanced mathematics, and scientific formulas!”
“We have a couple of little geniuses. How cute!” Ayuu praised with a smile.
“… Though, of course, there’s the ranking percentile that you always ask for.”
The second nurse, this one more feminine with longer eyelashes, ivory skin, and greenish eyes, wore her dark-brown hair in a ponytail resting on her shoulder. She bowed in front of Yamada and Ayuu, her all-black nurse attire rippling as she lifted her head back up.
She handed two blue clipboards over to Yamada and Ayuu with green holographic text.
“Thank you, Specialist Rosaline.” Yamada took the board with an attempt to smile.
Ayuu pressed a button at the top of the board, listing the term Learning Curve.
“Ahh! Look at that! Chloe is still high in the charts for both science and math portions. But look, June is at the top for memory retention and concentration. Excellent!” Ayuu scrolls down the list in glee.
Yamada scrolled down her sheet, sliding her hand past the different children’s portfolios. Most of the children had generous smiles showing their pearly whites, with names of American, British, and German descent. She stopped at a child’s portfolio of a girl with short brown hair cut at the sides of her cheeks and chestnut-colored pupils.
“How’s she doing?”
Specialist Rosaline puts a hand up to her chin. “Uhmm, well, she was doing great with all the other children in terms of studies, but when her roommate, Relle, started undergoing treatment, her scores plummeted.”
“Depression, perhaps? Maybe resentment towards us?” Ayuu speculated.
“That’s just the thing, Dr. Saseyuu. She makes zeros on all of her tests. Sometimes she even stays longer in class just to make perfect fifties as well.” Rosaline added.
“Most of the placement tests are multiple choice, with four answers, giving her at least a twenty-five percent chance for a correct solution. If she’s scoring zeroes and fifties, she’s purposely giving the wrong answer. You might as well put a one and another zero in front of her scores.”
Ayuu grinned while straightening the red tie around his collared shirt. “What an intriguingly contumacious specimen!”
Rebellious nature wasn’t all that uncommon for adolescents, especially since these children shared human genes. But it was the girl’s peculiar way of revolt that had Yamada pondering. If she had the intelligence and aptitude to undermine the tests she was taking, her acumen was more bent on observation. Her reasoning behind her actions was plausibly rebellion, the justifiable cause being her roommate’s treatments, but that didn’t sit well with Yamada. From her time working with head executives of other major research branches, she’s learned that in a sphere of social construct, organized habits are just intelligent manipulation.
Yamada looked up to the children, continuing to gather around the chalked-off space. “Any other behavioral problems? Has she been talking to other children, making threats to staff?”
“No ma’am! In fact, the opposite! If other children are having problems with their work or trouble figuring out puzzles, she’ll come over to assist them, giving them praise as well!” Specialist Jussila exclaimed.
“She’s quite the peculiar child.” Rosalina beamed with a tilt of her head.
Yamada looked back down at her board.
To measure a batch’s growth and determine if they’re a good fit for their transitional gene method, their characteristics and distinctions were charted using a system of Yamada’s own creation; One of the few projects she was desperate to get ahold of. The children’s attributes were separated into a pentagon-shaped graph showing their strengths and weaknesses. Most children had fluctuating diagrams in languages, memory, physical acclimation, and education. However, with a single swipe, Yamada’s eyes narrowed on the girl, having only a single spike growing in one section.
“… Combat Training, huh,” Ayuu murmured while leaning onto Yamada’s shoulder. “So she’s a fighter.”
Yamada pushed his face away and pointed her board over to the circle. She then drew a line with her hand and placed it on the board, creating a virtual image of a bird's-eye view above the children’s playground.
The live video zoomed in on the chalked-off area, showing the growing crowd of children all wearing white multi-threaded bodysuits with their fingers and the fronts and backs of their soles visible. Most of them had pale skin, with others becoming lighter akin to pastel.
The children surrounding the circular arena chanted and screamed as two children, a young boy and a girl, circled around each other with their fists raised. The boy’s skin was colorless, like his short-cut hair, but his gleaming red eyes were narrowed and tracked his opponent’s every move. His adversary was a younger girl, no older than fourteen, with short brown hair, having a few strands hiding her left eye. Her pupils were dark brown, and her skin was more pastel, making her seem more human-like than the others.
“… Get er’ Ramo! Easy pickings right there!” One boy chanted from the crowd.
“… Show her how it’s done!” Another boy yelled.
Ramo’s eyes narrowed as he took a deep breath, expanding his feet and stance as he exhaled. He then pulled one fist to his side and extended the other, balling his fist acutely into his palm as if he was holding a utensil. His toes dug deep into the sand as if preparing to take off.
