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"David Welsh, a 19 year old male with good physical features. well toned body, and younger than all other subjects hopefully he wont reject the implants." a woman in surgical gear spoke into a dictaphone. her masked face only showed her deep brown eyes and bleach blond hair. her voice echoed through the surgery as cameras looked to him. David Welsh, the boy of interest. As a mask pumped oxygen into his lungs his limp naked body lay on the table ready for the surgeon to do her worst. "lets get started shall we" the ruff voice of another woman crackled over the speakers." with a sarcastic thumbs up the surgeon began. her scalpel began to cut and dance across his body as classical music filled the air. she expertly manoeuvred round the organs as she placed metal structures into his body. fixing them to bone as welding them to tissue. As she continued to cut and stitch his body the increasing amount of blood coating the table could or should have signified trouble. but it was looked over as she continued stitching.

once the procedure was done his body was placed within a pod. the large pod filled with a liquid from two holes at his feet. the chamber had two metal coils wrapped round the top and bottom, and the doors glass suddenly changed from transparent to opaque. purple energy clung to the coils as it flowed into the pods liquid.