"I see. I think I'm fine. Well, if they didn't know about the project, then were they just normal police officers or sothing related?" Jade queried, trying to piece together the puzzle.
The Director, pulling out a scroll, stated, "I wasn't really sure. I did know they spent a lot of ti tracking down specific people with plans of using them for specific experints and such. Who knew if they were even a part of it, though. They could have been living an entirely new life with no idea."
Jade, sounding puzzled, asked the creature, "What is your na?" as she pulled out a pen.
"What's the point if they don't know what's going on?" Jade mused aloud.
"Research, contractual paynts, hard to say really. I only oversaw a small portion of it and checked in that they were yielding results that could help us with the current threat and new threats that may arise in the future," the Director explained.
"Speaking of which, they had designed a way of controlling creatures they called demons from that sa place."
"Creature, what is your na?"
The cube took a mont to respond as Jade nodded and returned to her work, trying to find a way of advancing the creature's current state.
"You can call V," it declared, a hint of curiosity in its tone.
Acknowledging the introduction, he quickly jotted down the na before posing his next question, his voice steady yet infused with an underlying gravity. "Do you reaffirm the conditions Jade set for you? And do you consent to imdiate termination should you attempt to harm anyone within this facility or any human, for that matter?"
V's response ca laced with a mix of confusion and a touch of incredulity. "Indeed, I pledged not to harm Jade, recognizing that my survival hinged on her intervention. But the notion of being consud... Why entertain such a thought?"
The director's reply was tinged with a casual frankness that showed the nature of his thoughts. "rely curiosity, to be forthright. My experiences with consuming cubes in that realm left wondering about the effects on a woman. It's an uncharted inquiry."
The practicalities of the situation montarily paused the conversation as he realized the challenge ahead. "Now, for your imprint..." His gaze shifted between V and the tools at his disposal, finally landing on a solution. "Jade, would you pass that syringe of blood?"
Caught up in her task, Jade, her focus undivided between the vials of swirling blue and red liquid, handed over the requested syringe without a word, her actions fluid and automatic.
As the Director pressed a drop of blood onto the contract, black lines montarily traced around the cube. Jade, her eyes revealing the hidden chanisms of the cube's form, caught a glimpse of the process used by the King of Nothing to compress the creature. She saw not just the cube, but the blueprint of its original state.
"Calcium ions and enzys," Jade muttered, turning to her workbench. She combined these elents, her movents precise and deliberate, yet her eyes flickered with a hint of uncertainty—not in her scientific knowledge, but in the novel application of it guided by the unique vision her eyes provided.
The Director, observing her actions, asked, "Why those components?"
Jade paused, her focus montarily shifting from her task to address his question. "The calcium ions activate specific biochemical pathways, and the enzys catalyze the breakdown of the cube's structure at a molecular level.
It's more than science; it's like following a map only I can see," she explained, her confidence in the process rooted in the extraordinary insight her eyes afforded her, despite the uncharted territory they were navigating.
The cube emitted a low hum, its reaction ambiguous, devoid of any human concern for discomfort or harm.
"This procedure, will it be... unpleasant?" the cube inquired, its voice devoid of emotion, reflecting its inhuman nature.
Jade responded with clinical detachnt, "The objective is transformation, not comfort. The procedure is designed for effectiveness."
The Director nodded, adding, "We appreciate your cooperation. The aim is a successful conversion back to your original state."
With the mixture ready, Jade approached the cube, syringe in hand. "This could feel unusual," she announced, her voice betraying a hint of empathy for the creature before her professional deanor reasserted itself. Injecting the solution, she watched as the cube began to react, guided by the path her unique vision had revealed to her.
The room fell silent, anticipation hanging in the air as the cube's form started to quiver, the sharp angles softening, beginning its transformation under Jade's guided hand.
"Quite the sight," the Director observed, watching the interplay of known science and the mysterious capabilities of Jade's vision unfold.
"I have to say, those eyes that were gifted to you are pretty powerful. In a few years, you could easily rival so of the greatest fighters we have, you know."
Jade, allowing herself a small smile, replied, "That's nice, but I hope to just get Ty back and be done with all of this sooner rather than later. And the whole skeleton creature that gave these to will be a problem in itself, as you know."
"If my calculations are correct, this should work. But for so reason, these eyes aren't showing what will happen afterward."
The Director suggested, "Maybe overuse? Or so other force is having an effect. So abilities can cancel out others. But regardless, even if this cube dies, it's of minimal concern. So, just go ahead and pour that solution over it or do whatever you are going to do, please."
"Right," Jade agreed, taking the syringe with blood and adding it to the final solution. She then used the syringe to draw the mixed solution. Turning to the cube, she said, "This will probably hurt a bit, but just for a second. Think of it like getting a shot from the doctors."
"I told you I don't know what—"
Jade cut the creature off, quickly slamming the syringe into the cube's flesh. The cube winced in pain, but she removed it after a few seconds and stated, "You see, getting them distracted before giving a needle helps those scared of them." She gave a slight laugh, recalling, "Well, that's what they said in dical class at least back in high school," as the cube, still gasping, began to glow.
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