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extreme gravity environments.
Flexibility, undetermined at this point. Anatomy is proportional
and shows no sign of alteration.”
    Renee switched to another readout and nearly
choked, but with Sparky’s help she continued undaunted. “Subject’s
immune system is off my charts. I see signs of him already adapting
to pathogens and are immune to everything exposed to all he’s
endured since being revived. I find no other signs of virus or
harmful bacteria. Meaning antibodies already destroyed them. Must
research. If my breath and touch on a person not immune and
suddenly becomes so, must be studied.
    “ Also of great note, Subject
shows no genetic markers associated with gene therapy or splicing,
but has the two extra chromosomes made available for
bio-immortality and cellular regeneration. It seems inherited by birth.
Subject is a medical conundrum I’ll dedicate to
understanding.
    “ As assumed by first class
Hunter Stone Calliko, Subject Oliver is likely associated to an
early Hunter programs. Subject’s amazing immune system negated
Beast brain poison consumed earlier. Like Hunters, cannot consume
complex carbohydrates like bread without severe physical reaction
of rejection. Subject is a complete carnivore like all true
Hunters. Most likely cannot even consume any form of flora. In my
opinion the protein needed will aid Subject’s mental development
and regeneration.
    “ Already preparing synthetic
intravenous solution to feed his weakened body.
    “ Lastly, scans show minimal
psionic ability at this time. It may increase, but at the moment is
a class one. And he has no form of standard com implant.
    “ End primary
assessment.”
    Charts, grids and lines vanished from her
field of vision as everything was stored for future reference.
Renee then walked over to where he slept and for the first times of
many asked “What the hell are you, Oliver?”
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter 3
     
    A soft beep had Oliver’s consciousness push
sleep aside and his eyes fluttered open. Compared to when he had
fallen asleep he now felt no pain. Breathing came effortless in
comparison too. He had to close his eyes quickly as the hovering
in-depth ball scanner was sending beams of light that falsely
hurt.
    He rolled to his back and heard the sweet
voice say “Finally awake are we?” the scanner stopped and
disappeared up into the ceiling without a single word.
    A sharp pinch had him look
down to his left arm to find tubes stuck in his veins. Not just
one. He counted ten. He went to touch it, but suddenly stopped,
unable to do so and saw Renee sitting at her desk, legs crossed in
a way that was greatly uncomfortable, but her eyes glowed like when
he was on the floor. He then followed the lines from his arm to a
hole in the wall beside his head feeding into them. “Don’t
even think about
taking them out. You need a few more hours and I must say you’ve
certainly bulked up and are quite a looker. Stand up, but don’t
take them out.”
    He carefully turned and stood.
    That was a massive understatement. Renee
never believed how well the solution would work so she used her
chip to drop down a mirror from the ceiling.
    Oliver’s height hadn’t changed, everything
else though did. In a big way. No longer did he look like a
skeleton with skin. Skin now stretched over cords and mounds of
solid muscle. So much muscle he was no longer in the same clothes
Renee put on that hung. He could see his bulk would have shredded
at the seams. Bony fingers were thick like sausages, but not
obscenely so. He was still hairless, but that only made him seem so
much more muscular beneath a gown that was more a curtain. The
smooth floor was cold on his bare feet.
    He at least knew the image
was no threat as his moves were matched. He knew the object. It’s a mirror. Oliver
touched a bulging bicep beneath the cloth of his left arm hooked up
to the wall. “How have I changed so much?”
    Renee licked her lips, still in disbelief by
the transformation.