- Joined
- Feb 7, 2009
Eight Fifty-Two.
It was Saturday. ...Saturdays were pointless. Well they had a point, but not in the way teenagers spent them. Saturdays were to be another day of doing - of study, of research. Of experimentation. Even if your field was not science, it was another day to devote oneself to betterment. To your cause! Not to hot dogs and movies. But whatever. The world needs its fools.
Hojo looked at the time. Official notices had been given to four different students last night - he'd double-checked on that - which was plenty of time. Since then everything in the lab had been double- and triple-checked, and sterilized again, not that it needed it. But it was all ready to go. As far as the SeeD students were concerned, they were four of the best; the brightest, strongest and most attractive that the Garden had to offer, whether they knew it or not, which led to each being cherry-picked for this special project.
Normally Professor Hojo's works at the Garden, a place named Jenova High, were largely kept under wraps. Whispered rumors and brief glances through a window as they passed by were the extent of what most people knew of the specifics; though he was head of the Garden's Science Department, people were generally only admitted into his lab on a need-to-be basis, other than the Headmaster and he himself.
The room was wide, and long, similar to a gymnasium, except its cool whites and stainless steels hardly spoke of this as a place of athleticism. It was separated into several open areas. On one half, the half closer to the double doors where you came in, there were several rows of tables set up. Most were adorned with beakers and tubes, open books and simmering flames. One looked like an examination table, white leather straps and a clean scalpel laid out on its otherwise sterile top. The other half of the room was a large open floor, curious in that there was nothing to it except some markings making a large square all along its edge. To the far wall of the room were numerous chalkboards and computers set up at desks. The immediate wall when you first walked in had several large clear pods in tandem, large enough for a human, looking like some eerie futuristic form of an old style phone booth in a way, curved white bench to sit on and everything, though there was nothing else in the open pods other than that. Finally on one side of the room a hallway led off, though without going, who really knew where.
Hojo checked the time again. Eight Fifty-Three. The four girls were due at Nine. "Hmm," he breathed to himself, flipping through sheets on his clipboard. On it were contained profiles of each of the students as well as data on several of his planned projects. Excess time like this was irritable. It only led to reconsidering which test subject and experiment he wanted to go with first.
It was Saturday. ...Saturdays were pointless. Well they had a point, but not in the way teenagers spent them. Saturdays were to be another day of doing - of study, of research. Of experimentation. Even if your field was not science, it was another day to devote oneself to betterment. To your cause! Not to hot dogs and movies. But whatever. The world needs its fools.
Hojo looked at the time. Official notices had been given to four different students last night - he'd double-checked on that - which was plenty of time. Since then everything in the lab had been double- and triple-checked, and sterilized again, not that it needed it. But it was all ready to go. As far as the SeeD students were concerned, they were four of the best; the brightest, strongest and most attractive that the Garden had to offer, whether they knew it or not, which led to each being cherry-picked for this special project.
Normally Professor Hojo's works at the Garden, a place named Jenova High, were largely kept under wraps. Whispered rumors and brief glances through a window as they passed by were the extent of what most people knew of the specifics; though he was head of the Garden's Science Department, people were generally only admitted into his lab on a need-to-be basis, other than the Headmaster and he himself.
The room was wide, and long, similar to a gymnasium, except its cool whites and stainless steels hardly spoke of this as a place of athleticism. It was separated into several open areas. On one half, the half closer to the double doors where you came in, there were several rows of tables set up. Most were adorned with beakers and tubes, open books and simmering flames. One looked like an examination table, white leather straps and a clean scalpel laid out on its otherwise sterile top. The other half of the room was a large open floor, curious in that there was nothing to it except some markings making a large square all along its edge. To the far wall of the room were numerous chalkboards and computers set up at desks. The immediate wall when you first walked in had several large clear pods in tandem, large enough for a human, looking like some eerie futuristic form of an old style phone booth in a way, curved white bench to sit on and everything, though there was nothing else in the open pods other than that. Finally on one side of the room a hallway led off, though without going, who really knew where.
Hojo checked the time again. Eight Fifty-Three. The four girls were due at Nine. "Hmm," he breathed to himself, flipping through sheets on his clipboard. On it were contained profiles of each of the students as well as data on several of his planned projects. Excess time like this was irritable. It only led to reconsidering which test subject and experiment he wanted to go with first.