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Silence. Darkness. How comforting those two things were. It was all the creature had known, and it was certain that it was all it would ever want to know. There were pictures that did come into its head -- visions of another time or place, when something else was with someone, teaching it, encouraging it. Those visions seemed out of place...it was certain that it had been alone, and that it would remain alone. Why bother it with these strange visions that mean nothing to it?
Something that wasn't the darkness -- wasn't the creature -- suddenly started to try and force its way into its mind. The creature resisted, because the whatever-it-was had disrupted the peace the creature had. And the creature didn't like this disruption at all.
Spacial Break
"Perfect." Petrel smiled at the spikes in brainwaves. "You seem to be making it have good progress, old friend."
The old scientist sitting at the computer in front of Petrel let out a chuckle. "I'm more than happy to get this up and running for the sake of your boss, old friend. That young man you had here earlier would have simply let fate run its course -- causing this project to disappear, more likely than not."
A younger scientist came up to the two, a concerned look on his face. "Are you sure that doing this is such a good idea?"
"Doing what, Connor?" Petrel gave the scientist a cold look.
"Speeding up its growth. I can sense that it feels discomfort because of this. Maybe you should just stop and see if it can grow and wake up sooner that otherwise."
"The process has begun, boy," the old scientist replied harshly. "It's not going to stop until either the thing dies, or it wakes." He turned to look at the computer screens. "If it succeeds, it should become active within a week's time."
"You have gotten better in your technique," Petrel noted.
"I've had a lot of practice."
The Rocket executive nodded slightly, then left the lab and walked into a room adjoining it. Inside, all was dark except for the glow of a TV screen, on which there was a silhouette of a man.
"Well?" the dark figure asked.
"Charon is making good progress, as I had predicted," Petrel stated. "He suspects that it will be ready in a week's time if he keeps it up."
"Good. You have provided me with much more than that buffoon Blaine ever could, even if he is a scientist and you aren't. Tell him to keep going -- make it grow even faster, if he can. We need that thing so that we can take over the world."
"Of course. Is there anything else you need me to do at this time?"
"No. Keep watching the progress and report back to me for reports so that I may monitor the creature's progress from here."
Petrel bowed. "As you wish, Master Giovanni." He then turned and left the room. On the screen, the figure started to shake, then chuckle quietly. This soon became a full-fledged laugh that sounded like it's owner had sinister intentions....