A room littered with notes and recordings. Pages upon pages of those who were forced to be trapped in the dark, with TV screens walled in front of him, as well as a small player for any discs worth inserting. Harvard would try to cast a few balls of light in order to illuminate himself without damaging the documents, as he'd attempt to read through them first before messing around with any technology. All of them seemed to have some amount of black bars that blot out the names of who they were, as well as certain details like their size, weight, and identity. Anything in relation to their face or appearance looked fresh, small, purple substances akin to glue as he'd touch the edges, as if they were trying to replace them. He'd try to take the image off, but doing so only shows him more black bars underneath, removing their original face entirely.
His confusion was beginning to rise at every moment, moreso with the names left behind.
"Pathos."
"Annie."
"Ccapac."
"Nucleo."
"Atum."
"Basker."
"Philoph."
"Schrod."
Each design looked like they were once human, before being melted or hardened by the sun, sometimes even changing in physiology. New eyes, shorter bodies, cloth-like skin, wings. It was as if they were just like him.
"Frollo."
"Tetronam."
"Lahmu."
"Edenia."
"Ironas."
"Sanaphon."
The second set of documents, which showcased the aftermath of certain transformations, being given a new name, description for their abilities, and utilities to provide for Kabanaska. With close examination to one of them, Frollo, it even held a small number. A code. He scavenged out the rest and was able to find four numbers, immediately searching the area for a lock or password to use it on: 1293. Across the many cabinets and floods of papers, he'd find it: A case with a lock in its middle. Putting in the code would unlock it, Golden discs being inside, with one of them even labeled as 'My Son. Our Sun. Our One.' Harvard couldn't hold back his curious mind any further, as he'd reach for one of the non-labeled discs and inserting it in the TV's slot, a video flaring up to life before the child's eyes. A recording of the halls, cleaned to perfection, as if it was brand new. Two men were seen walking across it, one very familiar king, and one with a doctor's robes and a massive hat, shielding his face away from anyone else to see. "Hahahahaha~! That devil really outdid himself, he did! Did you see it? How grand my new castle is looking?" Wyvios asked, as he'd lead the man through the halls with pride. Something about him, however, was different.
He seemed younger compared to his current self.
"Indeed, indeed, my liege. Orochi couldn't HOPE to make a place like yours, especially with this new bunker system. Tell me, is this where you are going to host your cures and vaccines? With how in depth and deep this place is, it could be a perfect prison for those pesky germs." The man in the Hat asked, his voice more ratty and nasally as he'd reach a handkerchief in his pocket and blow his nose.
"HAH! As if we'd care about such worries as 'Disease', when the Philosopher stone has clearly shown to us that we evolved past it."
"Not to be rude, my liege, but they still can be a dangerous threat. We're not miracle workers here, after all-"
"NONSENSE!!" The King's voice echoed even through the screen, even at its lowest volume, as it quickly cuts to another hall, a door opening and showing the man inside. "Besides... I have discovered a far better solution. One which we do not need to hide shame with our bodies, our organs, our fluids, our template that curses us again and again!"
"Beg your pardon?" Even the Nasally doctor was confused with such boasts, yet Wyvios continued.
"In my time trying to find such finest women... I noticed they have a similar issue with one another. 'My Skin is too flakey', 'My hair is so messed up', 'my nails are cracked.' They care about their appearance and not their very heart. Granted, I can understand that feeling if I never shower properly and such grime is stuck in my body, but I failed to understand why would anyone care about it. Few days after, I noticed one of such women being gravely ill, a disease that was making yellow bruises all over, as if she had her skin inflamed."
"That sounds awful!"
"Indeed. It was then that I realized that this... this FLESH! Is not worth preserving and going forward with our new world. Why bother being in a realm where our bodies are so... restrained? Why not simply break them!?" Another hall was shown as they cut away, though now with a door labeled 'Prototype' behind it, as well as a name far below it: 'Protos.' "I may sound a bit mad, but in all honesty, I do believe we should discard it! We don't NEED these parts. We don't NEED to lose such luxuries like breathing, eating, and drinking. We can just evolve ourselves, no God required! Of course, I do wish to LEARN their new anatomy when changed, but in due time, I believe I could own this world with such bodies, with such violence, with a planet full of Monsters that can freely be who they are, inhibitions and morality out of the question!" As they walked through the door, the Man in the Hat would be given such a gruesome sight, as the camera flashed and panned quickly to a top perspective.
"Wyvios... what is this...?" He'd ask, as he gazed down an ocean of flesh, mouths and eyes drifting along, as their voice was taken away whenever they try to open them.
"My project. My Perfection..." He'd began as he'd undress himself, before throwing himself off the ledge and diving into the mass, smiling away as he'd watch it open such mouths and consume him, slowly boiling over as the sun was born, a light within the sea that shined brightly, as his body was consumed and morphed along, cracking bones and tearing ligaments. Laughter echoed across the chambers, as his body resurfaced, humanoid in appearance, yet now with no skin or muscles, merely plasma and bone remained, as it gained the sea's color and mingled with one another like clay. "GAZE UPON MY NEW FORM WITH ENVY! QUAKE AND DESPAIR BEFORE GOD'S NEWEST CREATION! BEG AND PLEAD FOR HIS LOVE, FOR I AM BLESSED WITH IT!!"
"HOW I LOVE IT! TO BE FREE! TO BE OPEN!! TO GET MAD!!!"
"TO BE ALIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVE!!!!!!"
The video cuts abruptly, the end of its log.