"...And your project, your superiors are getting uneasy. You know it won't be long before they find out." His tone of voice changes to one of anxiety.
"I need more ti-" Being cut off, he says...
"Time is the only thing I can't give you, not now. They're already nervous; the progress we've made so far isn't nearly enough. They're already suspicious, If your research is truly all that you promise, we may have a chance of survival in this godforsaken world—"
*Thump*
Huh? "God?" What is that thing?
An extremely heavy and oppressive silence settled in, 'God' a simple word, 'but what is this feeling?'
"..." Why isn't he saying anything? 'Please...' I say in my mind.
"Anyway... Finish it and show me, at this moment, there's little I can do for you." With those words, he leaves, to work, to eat, somewhere.
'Damn it...' I thought... I thought we were past the phase of ignoring each other, but I see that he always comes after my mind.
You know, I'm not defined by ideas or genius. I think, I feel, I am.
I think about tomorrow. What it will bring, or if it will even come. It's terrifying to think like that.
I feel fear, dread at these so-called thoughts. "Do I still have time?", "Is it worth going on?" The danger is constant, but still... At least just a little... I dare to dream of a future where children don't have to bury their parents.
'I think, therefore I am' Rational.
"But I feel, therefore I am" Human. I cry when I'm sad or happy, I sweat when I'm nervous, my heart races when I love.
'I BLEED WHEN I HURT MYSELF, DAMN IT! I'M NOT SOME KIND OF SUPER BEING! I AM NOT SOME KIND OF GOD-'
*Thump*
"urgh!" Damn, what's going on? 'That sharp pain...' Waiting for the pain to pass, 13 minutes of pure and violent stabbing pains in the chest, the pain finally fades.
'Personal notes, don't say the word that starts with "G".'
Ignoring (for now) this intense pain, I pull two obsidian-colored Rings from my pants pocket; they have crimson lines, which strongly resembles veins, a pattern that emerged when implementing Brightburn's blood in the metal.
'Nanotechnology...' I think, still a little disoriented by the pain, 'I finished months ago, the extra time I need is to perfect it.'
Hemoridium [Type B]: That's the name I gave it. This metal was created by accident at the beginning of the project. How did they come about? I don't know, but on the night Hemoridium was created, bad blood also went into the equation. Since then, I've been able to mold it with my mind, it and all the billions and trillions of nano robots.
With this type of telepathic connection, my efficiency in my research and projects has simply reached new heights. With this, I have complete confidence that they can give me a healing factor.
'Today will be the day I make history, we will move forward... Humanity.'