Incident In Nevada: Chapter 3.

"Devoid of what made me human, I strode forward..."

Once more, I am dragged from my bed, taken to my gurney for the last time.
No longer do I object, no longer do I fight back; the protocol inside me prevents me from doing so.
Several men in black watch over the proceedings as I am strapped onto the accursed stretcher, my limbs pulled taut as the cold, binding straps are locked in order to keep me in place.
"Are we ready for the final phase?" shouted one voice.
"Yes - let the Assimilation culminate." answered another.
Once more, the needles plunge into my now-glistening skin, plunging into rippling cords of newborn muscle.
The machines do their dirty work as the needles retract, repairing, rewriting, replacing; stripping me of my humanity in some president's foolish quest for perfection.
Bone is strengthened, imbued with metal and materials unknown in order to increase its endurance.
Blood is pumped full of platelets, ensuring quick coagulation of wounds.
The mind is once more appeased, intellect rising and humanity decreasing.
Limbs extend, now holding up tense, lithe muscle dense enough to deflect the most grievous of blows.
The heart itself grows stronger, pumping blood faster, thrumming a now unnatural rhythm within my chest.
My outward appearance began to change drastically, beginning first with the tinting of the skin, now an inflamed pink hue which hides bars of muscle coiling around dense, light bone.
My face - oh! It was not recognizable as that of a human being anymore all warped and twisted beyond all recognition, with not a hint of its progenitor form. I could not bring myself to look at what I had become or at least I would have had I had eyes - just one of the many senses that Augmentation took away from me.
The process continued for hours, until at last, the protective shields raise, and the machines that operated on me begin retracting.
The procedure finished quicker than expected, and as the machines begin to slumber, the collective group of white coats and men in black take a few steps back as the straps are loosened and I tower to my full height.

Inspecting my reflection, I note down just how I now resemble a mocking parody of Man himself - a beast of nightmares, a demon of myth.
Tall, thick legs exuding some unknown substance are towering pillars of flesh, leading upwards to an abdomen intertwined with ropes of thick, strong muscle. The chest above rattles with my wheezing, melodic breath, expanding and contracting as life-giving air pours into this walking corpse; inside, the heart beats defiantly, almost as if it too knows of my fate and yearns to escape. Both arms, once humanoid in appearance, are now the stuff of nightmares - the bleached, pink skin covering over all previous scars. Downwards they travel, leading to hands that-should-not-be, yet they are, the fingers reduced to three long, narrow claws - not fit for creation or any of the more noble interests of life; these were designed to kill, and kill in the most agonizing way possible, piercing flesh, drawing blood and leaving the wounded to die in their own pitiful state.
As I shifted, I could feel artificial tubes piercing into my back - these, of course, I remembered that they were attached to a nutrition pack that would keep me nourished as my body adjusted to the Augmentation technology's forceful rewriting.
The tubes snaked into my flesh, just below the slender, yet almost swollen neck that held aloft a fish-tank of a head, my brain bobbing in the middle, suspended by some hitherto-unknown fluid. Whatever it was, it seemed to have ameliorative effects on my psyche - the nothingness that had plagued me was replaced by dull, yet inviting, comfort, ensuring my full co-operation.
Yet the most striking - and horrifying detail about this was that now, I was no longer recognizable as a human. Of course, the people in here would know of my past, but the enemy and my own people would not - all they would see was a towering abomination, filled with the blood-lust of man and the calculating mind of a machine.
After a few silent seconds passed by, I was guided to the outside world, the faint hiss of electric prods behind me keeping me moving. I reached those same doors I had walked through all those years ago and passed into the outside world - and at once, I recoiled from the sunlight, my skin almost hissing. Only when I was prodded and pushed did I possess the strength to come back out, out into the blinding sun, and afterwards I did manage to overcome the burning sensation I was subject to. My excitement waned as I was herded into a rather large, but cramped holding pen, where I was to spend my time until the vehicle reached its destination.
Inside, I was left to wander the halls of my mind, searching for memories of my past, but coming up holding nothing worth of value, just as I had done many years before without success.
Who was I?
I asked myself that very question so, so many times, and it is possible I would never know the answer.
Perhaps I did once - but no longer. My thoughts were interrupted by the opening of the holding door, and as the men in black gathered outside, I knew it was my cue to step back into the same world further torn apart by war and conflict.
As I stepped outside, I saw a broken land.
Instead of sunny blue skies, grey sullen clouds stretched for miles around, their by-products being the showers of ash that left the earth a rather uniform shade of silver.
Instead of the humdrum of ordinary life, or the melodious rhythm of belligerent traffic, I heard bombs falling and exploding on their targets, the screams of both friend and enemy ringing out.
Tanks and artillery beat out their own rhythm, their shells cascading upwards, only to blight the landscape as they delivered their deadly payload, leaving behind naught but shallow craters and crimson stains.
My mood (or rather, what was left of it) now lowered, I turned and looked at the very men who surrounded me, and they only said one phrase.
"Show time."

Devoid of what made me human, I strode forward, mind and muscle both yearning to be put to use.
Surveying the landscape for a few short moments, I found my targets almost immediately - an enclave of enemy forces mowing down anyone who dared approach their position with both gun and artillery fire.
Passing the husks of both man and machine that had failed to do the job, I strode forward like some Lovecraftian entity, covering several meters in the span of several seconds and ultimately greeted by a hail of lead and explosives. Rather than kill me, as part of my conscious had hoped, much of the damage caused had already begun to heal, and obeying the commands set down in my head, I began to kill.

Kill!
Kill!
Kill!

That was the only thought on my mind as the claws bequeathed unto me impacted flesh and broke bones, their numbers innumerable. All I could hear at this point was the screams of the wounded and dying, and were I a man of lesser fortitude, I would have perhaps collapsed and fallen into melancholy so deep, I would be unable to be roused from my morose slumber.
But I am no man - no man at all, so I kept hacking, kept slicing, kept fighting until at last, the enclave was broken.
My job done, I searched for my next enemy -
And then the tank shells impacted, followed by more staccato bursts of gunfire. Knocked to my knees I was, if only for a moment; the gaping craters the shells formed were coagulating at a most efficient rate!
My claws, the claws-that-should-not-be, cut through steel and heavy armor as easily as a knife would through butter, rendering machines immobile and inert in moments.
"Keep firing!"
"What is that thing?"
"Shoot!" "Shoot!"
Their cries rang out, all swiftly silenced by my claws as I raked their numbers down and down, disfiguring and dismantling all in the name of my nation.
Entire platoons of battle-hardened men were sent running, running away from me; whether that was due to my battle prowess or my most hideous countenance, that was yet to be seen.
As the enemy parted and the battle came to a fitting end, my figure drooped and sagged, shaken by ragged, tumultuous breaths, and had I had any semblance of emotion left in me, I would weep.
I would weep, for the families whose fathers I had destroyed, for the people who would not get to see another accursed day, but most of all, I would weep for myself, and the monstrosity I had become.
Alone on the silent battlefield, the void inside began to fill, not with anything material, but with a great, furious anger, ready to be exacted on my oppressors.
You see, they may have implanted orders into my brain, but to increase my effectiveness on the battlefield, I was given my greatest weapon; the ability to think.
Now, that may not seem like much, but keep in mind that each individual with Augmentation implants could not be truly controlled; only submission and extortion kept them in line.
No longer.
I was going to fight - not for my nation, not for promises of a united land, but for my freedom, and for the freedom of those imprisoned inside the facility.
With clear mind and purpose, I returned to my holding pen, and before the agents standing guard could say anything, they too were nothing more than bloody pulp on my hands.

It is my turn to exact my terrible vengeance on the tyrants that have kept me in chains and locked me away from the outside world.
Only victory or death will quench the blood-lust that permeates my very being; until either one or both happen, I have one goal only.
Kill.

Source of bio-mechanic image: http://www.deviantart.com/art/Newborn-Biomechanic-253568116

Incident In Nevada: Chapter 2.

"Digging deeper and deeper, taking me apart..."

"The government has played the role of creator.
They have meddled with the body and created beings profane - mockeries of mankind whose only purpose is to kill and to serve, kill and to serve.
I am one of those mockeries. I wish I had known the full ramifications of my choice all those years ago when I said "yes".
Now I march ever forwards to my doom, unable to stop the events I had set in motion.
May the fates have mercy on me."
~Subject Epsilon-202

                                                                                                                                                                   

                                                                                                                                                                   
*TOP SECRET*
*FOR AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY*

This report documents notable past and ongoing Augmentation experiments within the Alpha, Beta, Gamma, Delta and Epsilon facilities.
So far, we have met with varying degrees of success, as listed below.

                                                                                                                                                                   

*AUGMENTATION: SUBJECT ALPHA-436 - ANALYSIS*

.Study of Subject Alpha-436 has revealed to us the challenges faced when attempting to augment and improve pre-existing structures within the human body.

.When Augmentation technology was forcibly implanted, Subject Alpha-436 underwent massive hemorrhaging and experienced near-total organ failure.

.The damage that Subject Alpha sustained is irreversible; our best facilities cannot possibly repair the subject and get him ready for another test.

.Eyewitness reports indicate that upon introduction of Augmentation implants, Subject Alpha suffered serious injury within 20 seconds of Assimilation, sending him into convulsions and eventually shock as the implants attempted to meld with bone and flesh.

.The pre-existing immune system rejected Augmentation implants and sent much of the body into inflammation, preventing integration between man and machine and destroying much of the tissue involved.

.Skeletal structure remains intact, but much of the muscle and epidermal tissue was destroyed in the initial experiment.

Recommendations
.Further developments of Augmentation technology is required - in its current state, it is unfit for the process of Assimilation and will only bring more harm to future test subjects if used in its current state.
.Future subjects must be sedated before introduction of Augmentation implants - if awake, there is a higher possibility of the body rejecting implants and resisting Assimilation.

                                                                                                                                                                   

*AUGMENTATION: SUBJECT BETA-112 - ANALYSIS*

 .Study of Subject Beta shows slight improvements over previous tests - still facing little success with integrating external technology with the human body.

.Subject Beta was sedated for this test, and Augmentation implants underwent Assimilation for 40 minutes this time - a significant improvement from the previous 20 seconds.
.The subject was not as grievously wounded as before, but the body did still reject Augmentation implants and much muscle tissue was left in disrepair after failed Assimilation.
.Organ failure occurred midway through Assimilation - Subject Beta-112 is now defunct as a result.
.Augmentation implants are still causing damage to pre-existing structures within the subject's body.
.Respiratory system shows improvements.
.Muscular disintegration could not be prevented - Augmentation implants are currently doing more harm than good.

Recommendations
.Still we need to further develop the Augmentation technology - we need to ensure that future subjects do not suffer damage or go into shock as a result of Assimilation.
.Introduce Augmentation implants gradually - do not begin Assimilation instantly.

                                                                                                                                                                   

*AUGMENTATION: SUBJECT GAMMA-32 - ANALYSIS*
.Subject is faring well - so far, the body has accepted Augmentation implants.
.No signs of internal hemorrhaging.
.No signs of organ failure.
.Condition is stable - further developments will be documented.
.Augmentation technology has successfully integrated with pre-existing structures within Subject Gamma-32's body, enhancing both mind and physique.
.Subject Gamma-32 has been improved significantly - her body's immune system is capable of fending off any disease, and her blood possesses a red blood cell count significantly higher than that of a ordinary human being. Intelligence has been boosted significantly as well, allowing Subject Gamma-32 to create detailed strategies for battle and adapt if needed.
.Subject Gamma-32 now displays strength only previously achieved via means of an exo-suit; she is now undergoing training, learning how to use the Augmentation technology within her in battle.
.No recommendations required - progress is as expected.

                                                                                                                                                                   

*AUGMENTATION: SUBJECT DELTA-59 - ANALYSIS*
.Subject has undergone numerous changes, none of them good.
.Augmentation implants have had drastic effects on anatomy and physiology of Subject Delta-59.
.Body has swollen, and muscle tissue has become more viscous.
.Intelligence has greatly decreased - no avenue of communication can be established with Subject Delta-59.
.Subject Delta-59 can no longer communicate, all that can be heard from his Birthing Vat are wails and all manner of eldritch noises.
.Strength has increased tremendously - large dents have been left on the Vat, and in one instance, Subject Delta-59 came close to breaking his Vat.
.Near-total muscular breakdown has occurred - as mentioned before, Subject Delta-59 has entered a state that can only be described as gelatinous.
.Subject Delta-59 is capable of movement - his limited intelligence however, gives him little value other than to serve as cannon fodder.

Recommendations.
Discover just how Augmentation implants have created such... abnormalities within Subject Delta-59.
.Exterminate and dispose of Subject Delta-59.

                                                                                                                                                                   

*AUGMENTATION: SUBJECT EPSILON-202 - ANALYSIS*
.Tests still ongoing - progress is slow but good.
.Positive enhancements - physiology has been altered and improved upon introduction of Augmentation implants.
.Subject Epsilon-202 has become more compliant to orders.
.No rejection of Augmentation implants.
.Internal and external resistance has been crushed - no signs of defiance shown.
.Assimilation is still ongoing - Subject Epsilon-202 shows promise.
.Anatomy shows significant improvements - red blood cell count has risen alongside cardiovascular endurance.
.Immune system strengthened.
.Subject Epsilon-202 shows high intelligence - Augmentation implants are truly beginning to take effect.
.Body has not gone into shock.
.Subject Epsilon-202 is stable - nothing has happened to change that.

Recommendations
.Monitor Subject Epsilon-202 further for any major developments in his physiology.
.Proceed with Assimilation protocol.

                                                                                                                                                                   

*END OF REPORT*

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       

It has been two years - or perhaps two days after that fateful night in which I was snatched from my abode and subjected to Assimilation.
The pain - oh the pain! It has been one of the only things I can remember from the past.
Having your body slowly disassembled by a threat you cannot even see, then reassembled again - such an experience has left me broken both inside and out.
Metaphorically speaking, of course - besides my bruised mind, the Augmentation technology has truly improved upon the framework of my body.
I am stronger than the most stalwart of fighters, owner of a mind that matches many of the great thinkers of the last century or so - all thanks to Augmentation.
At what price, though? For all these benefits to the technology, I can note many, many drawbacks.
It would appear that day by day, my ability to question and to inquire is reduced significantly.
Should Assimilation continue, I fear I will be no more than an automaton, obeying orders not out of respect, but out of compliance and the comfort of conformity.
Emotion is slowly but surely drained from my psyche - all that's left now is a growing void that no man, not myself, can fill alone.
It is possible this project will be the end of me, and the beginning of someone - or something else.
There is not I can do now but dwell in the corridors of my mind for the few brief moments I still have before I am fully conquered and defeated. My reverie was interrupted by the men in black, as I am once more dragged to the gurney.I struggle and scream and shout, all in vain, of course; not many people can hear you once you're several miles underground.
Strapped to the apparatus once more, I am, and the procedure begins anew. As expected, the needles bore into my arms and legs, just as they had done before. My limbs fill with sensations of growing restlessness, soon giving way to what can only be described as unending agony.
My voice is silenced, and all I can do is lie motionless as the pain grows and grows in its own frightening crescendo, the Assimilation continuing to take its toll. For what feels like an eternity, I am on that gurney, and I can feel every move, every slice, every cut as these machines slowly disassemble my body and put their own improved parts in place. Digging deeper and deeper, taking me apart cell by cell, the machines at last move past the muscle and into the bone. I can feel it.
This - this is a pain no man should experience. I tried to scream as my very skeleton shook and trembled under the guise of modification, the machines strengthening the bones, but at the cost of inflicting indescribable, incalculable pain.
In a sense, I should be glad - euphoric even that the basic human physiology was being modified and improved, but I knew then and I know now that all that was being achieved was the slow, methodical unraveling of whatever dregs of humanity I still possessed.
Once the procedure is finished, I am taken back to my room, and now, I do not struggle.
I remain quiet, even as they open the door to my white prison and place me in my bed, tucking the duvets over and departing swiftly.
It was a lie - all of this was a lie. The promises of the Assimilation were nothing more than lies, lies designed to get willing volunteers to participate in the desecration of the human body.
This isn't the next phase in human evolution - this is man playing at being a creator, meddling with body and mind in order to form something "better".
Only it isn't better, is it? Not when every new addition, every modification leads to you losing a little of what makes you human, and the person you are becomes a figment of your imagination, replaced by an unthinking, unfeeling machine, destined to carry out the orders of a heartless, desperate government.
I should have seen that all those years ago - but it is all too late now.
Only now do I allow myself to cry - at least, if I was still human.
Instead of sorrow, I feel nothing - apathy incarnate.
Nothing can hurt me now... but nothing can make me better either.
Soon, my time will draw near - soon I will undergo the final Augmentation and be deployed out on the battlefield to fight the enemy.
My only remaining hope is that some foreign platoon riddle my body with bullets and gouge out flesh with explosives, granting me a way out from this hell.
Glorious death is infinitely preferable to the automaton's existence.

Source of augmentation image: http://darukin.deviantart.com/art/Human-Augmentation-363184768

Incident In Nevada: Chapter 1.

"Do not fear; you are the next phase in human evolution..."

What day is it?
I can never remember the days in this facility, only the certainty of more and more tests being conducted, more men and women in white coats with clipboards coming over to glimpse me and note down their findings to the upper echelons of government.
My name - well, my designated name, anyways, is Subject Epsilon-202, and I was one of 2500 people chosen for a top-secret project, hidden from many and known only by few.

My story begins on 14th September, 2075.
It was a cold, bleak morning that day - then again, all days seemed bleak back then.
I sat down to watch the TV: nothing much had changed in the past few days.

"Record Storms In Asia"
"Invaders Take Colorado!"
"70 Killed In Crossfire"
"Chemical Attacks On Capitol Ongoing"

"UFO Sighted in Kansas!"

Nothing much had changed at all. As I flickered through the channels, searching for something to watch, I heard a knock at the door.

"Who is it?" I called.
"Secret Service. We need to have a little chat with you." came the reply.
My heart skipped a beat. What were the Secret Service doing on my door, of all the doors they could have knocked on. I leaped from my seat, and keeping my nerves in check, I opened the door.
As the door as fully opened, I took a moment to glimpse the men.
The one directly in front of me was roughly my height, dressed in black with arms at his sides.
His face was featureless, with only the visage of stubble on his chin and a pair of glasses concealing his eyes serving as the only noticeable features.
His cohort was roughly the same, save for his right hand holding onto his holster - presumably a precaution should I do something wrong.
"Hello gentlemen, what is it you need?" I asked tentatively, not wanting to make a wrong move.
"We need to discuss some matters with you, Sir. Sensitive matters." the man in black said, his voice remaining in that dreary monotone.
"Come in, have a seat." I said, and as my sentence ended, both men entered and promptly sat down near the kitchen table. I followed suit, and before I could open my mouth to ask the questions that were burning in my mind, the first man spoke.
"Mr Jones, we know you must have a lot of questions right now, but they will have to wait for later.
This is a matter that not many people, not even those in government, know about."
"W-What are you talking about?" I asked.
"You have been considered for a top-secret project hidden underneath the Nevada desert.
The details of this project are in this folder - if you accept my offer, you are free to look through it.
If not, then we will be on our way and you can forget this ever happened." he said, his voice glowing with that unmistakable tang of authority.
"What is it you need?" I pressed.
"Have you ever heard of trans-humanism?" he asked.
I had heard of trans-humanism before, but never paid it much thought - the idea of deliberately manipulating the human body in order to improve it seemed like a scenario plucked straight out of science-fiction, something that could not be achieved up until a further hundred years passed.
"I have heard of it - why do you ask?" I said.
"Trans-humanism is the aim of this project.
You have been considered for the Augmentation Project, a project which if successful, could radically alter the physiology of an ordinary human being and turn them into a super soldier.
We know you have had some combat experience before, which is why you have been considered to undergo radical Assimilation procedures and become one with the Augmentation technology our scientists are hard at work refining."
"Wait - Assimilation? Augmentation?" I said. My mind buzzed and burnt with even more questions than before, but before I could reply, the agent issued an ultimatum.
"You have two choices; either say yes and be accepted into the next phase of humanity, or say no, and we'll be on our way and you'll never have to hear from us again." he said, his tone remaining low and monotonous.
I remained silent for a moment as I weighed up both options.
On the one hand, I had already experienced war - I had no desire to go back out there and murder in the name of my country, but at the same time, many of my fellow brethren are being slaughtered en masse right now, and my conscience dictated that I could not simply stand by and do nothing.
After letting a few more seconds pass by, I looked at the man, and said "Yes, I am willing to join the Augmentation Project", my body trembling with shivers of adrenaline.
"Perfect." said the man. Here is the folder - feel free to read through it as we travel straight to the facility.
Both men got up and headed for their automobile, with me following suit close behind.
As I headed inside and the engine purred beneath my feet, I took a moment to realize that whatever Fate had in store for me, there was no going back now.
I opened the folder and began reading the files.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       

*AUGMENTATION PROJECT - BRIEFING*
If you are reading this paper, you are just one of 2500 people chosen for the top-secret Augmentation Project, an initiative designed to meld both man and machine together, creating a battle-ready hybrid with the strengths of both and the weaknesses of none.
Here is what to be expected upon arrival at the installation.

1.) You will be placed into either one of 5 groups - Alpha, Beta, Gamma, Delta, or Epsilon.
Each group will contain 500 members, and upon entry, you will be addressed by your group name and number (for example, if you are handed the number 303 and you are in group Alpha, your designated name will be Subject Alpha-303).

2.) You will be guided to a solitary room with all manner of supplies required: food, water, clothes, all provided free of charge for the duration of Augmentation testing.
No contact is to be made with relatives - we simply cannot afford for the location of this installation to be revealed to our enemies abroad.

3.) Augmentation testing can vary depending on the individual. It is possible some of you will be tested upon arrival, others may be considered for Assimilation in several months' time. Whatever the case, always obey your superiors and do as you are told; disobedience is not rewarded.

4.) Augmentation implants work by first latching onto the muscle of the individual involved.
Then, using nano-meter thick injectors, minute nano-machines are injected into the muscle, where they will begin to rewrite the body's structure on a molecular level.
The process can vary depending on the individual, but the whole thing is painless and possesses no adverse effects.
This entire process is known as Assimilation, which will be described further below.

5.) Once the Assimilation process is complete, you will become stronger than ever before.
Intelligence, speed, strength - all these attributes will be boosted immensely by the Augmentation technology, and you will learn to master your new gifts in special training camps far away from here.
Once your new abilities are mastered, expect to be deployed in battle almost immediately.
Do not fear; you are the next phase in human evolution. You will succeed!

                                                                                                                                                                   

*ASSIMILATION - WHAT TO EXPECT*

The Augmentation technology we have here will be fused to your body, improving pre-existing structures in a process called Assimilation.
Here are the steps involved:

1.) Introduction.
Augmentation technology is initially introduced to the body and attached to all major limbs.
From there, nano-machines are injected into the muscle tissue in order to begin their work.
As the nano-machines spread out, there will be minute pain - but it will quickly subside as the robots reach their destinations.

2.) Rewriting.
This is by far the longest process of Assimilation - the nano-machines previously injected are now rewriting your body's muscle tissue at a molecular level, improving and enhancing muscle alongside other structures within the human body.
Organs will be dramatically boosted - cardiovascular endurance and physiology will be drastically strengthened.
The skeletal system will be edited, so as to create bones which can withstand the most staunch firepower.
Arteries and veins alike will dilate slightly, with red blood cell count increasing threefold.
The immune system too, will be enhanced, with phagocytes and lymphocytes being boosted to the point where they will be more than able of fending off foreign invaders.
The respiratory system will now be able to extract more oxygen from the atmosphere, and filter through air should Augmentation Subjects come under chemical bombardment.
Pain receptors will be dulled, and senses such as sight and hearing will be boosted beyond current capabilities, making you a force to be reckoned with.

3.) Elevation.
Augmentation technology does not simply make one stronger - it also helps strengthen the mind more than previous processes.
Nano-machines travel upwards to the brain, but instead of rewriting it, they strengthen existing links, repair any faults they find and boost intelligence - allowing for Augmentation subjects to formulate plans on the battlefield and outsmart their enemies in moments.
At this point, the body is placed into stasis within a structure known as a Birthing Vat for several days - allowing the Augmentation technology to modify the body at a much faster rate than before and provide the body with the nutrients it needs to function.
The Birthing Vat can used for upwards of 7-9 days for one individual, and when that period is over, the now Augmented subject is take back to his room and left, so as to allow the body to become used to these new adaptations.

4.) Culmination.
Now that all the major structures in the body have been improved upon, the nano-machines enter hibernation, and retreat deep into the body.
Both organic material and Augmentation material should be interacting freely with each other, without any adverse effects whatsoever.
Assimilation is now complete.

5.) Regeneration.

This final phase occurs should the enemy damage you in battle.
If you suffer from grievous wounds, the nano-machines will come out of hibernation and begin repairing your wounds, boosting your already-high regeneration factor.
Coupled with the gifts bequeathed unto you by the Augmentation technology within you, you will not only be unstoppable, but you will mark the next phase in human evolution - a phase that will serve as the vanguard for continued research into trans-humanism.

                                                                                                                                                                  

*END OF REPORT*

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       

As I finished reading the files, I tucked them safely away back into that brown folder, and my body filled with both excitement and dread?
Were these agents really telling the truth?
Did the Augmentation Project possess any drawbacks?
All these and many more questions lingered in my mind like bad memories that refused to be shut out, until at last, the car slowed to a crawl and the engine was muzzled.
We had arrived. I and the agents got out from the car. and my eyes rested on the lone structure in front of us.
To the untrained eye, it would appear to be nothing more than an over-sized pillbox, but I knew better - this was the installation the agents told me about.
"This way." said the Agent, pointing to the entrance.
I was led straight into the compound, whereupon I was placed in a queue with several other persons.
Each were silent, awaiting their turn to be given their designated numbers.
The plaque above my queue read "Epsilon"(at least I knew which group I was in) but refused to divulge any more information; I was left waiting for what felt like hours, the only noises being the tick, tick, tick of the clocks and the sporadic drum beat of footsteps drawing near, then retreating.
At last, it was my turn to near the desk, where I met a lady of the most diminutive countenance; her demeanor towards me and the others suggested she would rather be somewhere else, anywhere but here.
"Number: 202. Room: E202. Remember those." she said matter of fact, and I found myself being escorted to my room by one of the many men in black inhabiting this compound.
We both walked down a long, grey corridor, passing men in white coats alongside clearly mechanical personnel; as we neared my room, I could not help but feel my spine tingling and chilling.
Eventually, we reached my new residence, and it was then that the man in black said:
"Enjoy your new home. Remember - you are the next phase."
Those are the last friendly words I heard before entering.
The room wasn't too bad; there was food, water, a nice bed, a bathroom, and even a television.
Now, there was nothing left to do but wait.

Many days passed without incident here.
I had everything I needed to sustain myself, and for a moment, I was happy.
Of course, there were... incidents.
Rumors of patients undergoing irreversible trauma, Augmentation implants reducing people to naught but their primal instincts. I dismissed such rumors with a grain of salt - our government would not carry out such atrocities on its own citizens.
My outlook changed on one day, that one fateful day where I was dragged, torn from blissful sleep, rough hands and rougher men taking me to a destination unknown
I awoke strapped to a gurney, my limbs rendered immobile by several constraints, and surrounding me, were machines fit to plague the nightmares of the most staunch Luddite, with trenchant needles jutting out aplenty from these constructs. A protective, translucent shield lowered over the gurney and myself as men in white coats surveyed the situation.
Scream, I tried, but nothing came out save for muffled cries; my mouth was kept silent via the use of a leather gag. Writhe, I did, but a man in white announced:
"Keep still - it hurts less if you don't move."
"What on earth could he be talking about?" I thought, before a horrifying realization dawned;
They were going to begin Assimilation on me.



Source of DNA image: http://www.wakingtimes.com/2014/06/02/transhumanist-singularity-ultimate-escapist-agenda/