Princess of the insurgents 24 The pantheon of great men

The huge garage built into the rock, devoid of any trace of life, seemed even bigger to Jane. In the long grey corridors, which she walked through with Dylan, not a soul appeared before her.

In deadly silence, Jane followed Dylan's footsteps to a door near the laboratory, on which is inscribed in large red letters: Containment Zone.
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Her ever-joyful spirit suffered a slight blow in front of this metal plate. All those who this morning admired her performance in the inner garden now regard her as a plague carrier they must avoid at all costs.

Segregation also exists in the world of the Hanumans. When this negative thought crossed her mind, Jane shook her head vigorously to chase away the idea that disrupted what she had so ardently wanted to believe in.

After Dylan knocked on the door of the containment area many times, Jane was very surprised that after two to three minutes of waiting, the one who came to open the door was none other than Johnny. The geeky Hanuman, whose eyes were covered by a neural helmet that allows him to immerse himself completely in his virtual world, reached out with his hands in front to try to find his way in a place that certainly wasn't this room.

"Johnny, come back to reality. I remind you that you asked to monitor Jane yourself. I brought her to you, so until the elites sent by headquarters arrive, lock her up and try to act normal for once."

The young scientist geek removed his neural helmet. Dylan's harsh words didn't seem to bother him.

Rather than getting upset, he pushes away the physical Hanuman and takes Jane's hand. Without any other form of politeness, he lures the girl into the containment zone and slams the door in Dylan's face.

"Jane, let me look at you. Oh, yes, you are a magnificent specimen. However great your potential, the world is not ready for one of your kind. Men will not rest until they eradicate you, and the Hanuman will want you dead as well.

I wish I could have studied you closely over a long period of time. Together, we could certainly have demonstrated the next evolution of the psychics, but unfortunately, we have no time for that.

For those fools, as long as you live, your existence will be nothing but a danger that must be eliminated. To these blind men and women, you are an aberration whose existence cannot be tolerated. However, I know that, on the contrary, you could allow us to take a great step forward.

Your results prove that you are one of us, yet very different from the classical psychics. After your preliminary test, studying your results more carefully, I noticed a small anomaly. Imagine my surprise when, after making various slices of your brain, I was able to confirm the presence of a small river of Satoine located between your cerebral cortex and your callous cortex.

Jane, do you understand that you have two foci of Satoine, one of which is constantly expanding?

What a beautiful specimen you make, but what a pity we don't have time to offer the world the result of our revolutionary work.

It is so, but even if time seems to play against us, don't worry. I'll make this limited time our most valuable ally. I would have liked to explain to you in more detail, exactly what you are, but, the current minutes are precious and we must make use of them cleverly. Enough chitchat, come with me."

Two sources of Satoine, two minds merged into one. To Jane, who is quickly digesting the previous information, it's not too surprising. Without asking any questions, once again, she follows in the footsteps of a man and enters the hallway.

This previously empty corridor is now guarded by many Hanumans who have donned thick red jumpsuits. Seeing this, Johnny makes a face.

"As always, no one trusts me at all. I work so hard for the good of our species and do you see the way these people thank me? The three of you who consider me untrustworthy, get the hell out of here."

Just as the first three guards do, the next appear lost for a moment, then without offering any resistance, they all leave their positions and head in different directions.

"You're actually very strong."

Johnny looks at Jane with immense pride. "Do you think the Hit List World Champion can be weak?"

Strong, yes, but this young man is hopeless. Talking to this geek must cause irreversible mental damage. Jane wanted to pay a second compliment to the S-rank Whisperer, but after blinking several times, his mouth closed tight.

Friday, February 13, 2034

01:25am

"Where is she?"

At the Red Bones base near Little Rock, five Hanumans, flying in from Boston, yell at Dylan, who is himself perplexed by the desperately empty containment room.

The elites have been given specific orders: Eliminate the threat.

Only when their mission is accomplished, will they be allowed to return to headquarters. However, the target they were tasked to eliminate seems to have vanished along with the Hanuman responsible for its surveillance.

Dylan has no authority, Cindy hasn't returned, and in these exceptional circumstances, or a possible act of treason has just been committed by one of their officers, he doesn't know how to react.

"I guess Johnny must have taken her to prison. Yes, I can see only that possibility."

Dylan doesn't believe the words that just slipped his lips, and yet he wishes he hadn't made a mistake.

The five elites look down on him with disdain. These Hanumans view the people from this base the same way city dwellers view peasants. Uncultured people who depend entirely on them for their existence.

"So what are you waiting for to get us there?"

125 miles away, in the heart of a thick forest, after operating a mechanism hidden in the center of a tree in every way similar the ones around it, Johnny led Jane into a cave.

The weak light provided by the battery of a tractor serving as a generator, makes it very difficult to progress in this humid and cold subterrain whose only occupants are enormous spiders with hairy legs.

To her misfortune, Jane is slightly arachnophobic. AAll along the path that seemed to lead her to the bowels of the earth, she clung to the arm of Johnny, who was nonchalantly played a video game on his personal assistant.

It was in this special atmosphere that the strange team, consisting of only two people, reached the centre of a round natural cavity at the end of which a small underground river flows.

"Jane, after tonight, I'll probably be murdered, but I don't regret what I'm about to do. History and science deserve sacrifice and I gladly offer my life so that my name may be inscribed on the pantheon of great men."

"Pretentious!"

Chapter end