"Why are we doing this again?"

The dark haired man stands and turns to look back at the two similarly dark haired man and woman behind him. Each wearing the same orange-black suit he was. The woman sighs; shiny black glinting against the fluorescent lights, shining in a manner akin to the ring on her back hand — different to both of the men's glove covered ones.

"Just get on with it, Morgan. We'll be off schedule if we make this too long — remember, we're not actually supposed to be doing this. Or even allowed, for a matter of fact." Her hands wring nervously, unshed tears glossy in grey eyes.

The other man beside her looks down, his face stern and his jaw set anxiously while his eyes held a faint sense of melancholy behind thick lenses.

'Morgan' turns.

"My name is Morgan Yu," he begins. "This is year 2035, we are aboard the Talos 1, space-based research facility. We are currently in process of the research of an organism we've named 'Typhons' — originally discovered by my wife, Chisato Richmond in 2029. My brother, Alex Yu," he glances back. "Began this research. Oh, and, by the way; we belong to an company named TranStar."

Morgan Yu turns and looks at his brother, "What else?" He asks.

Alex Yu moves forward and pats his arm, while Chisato Richmond leans back against the wall, bare hand now gripping her elbow, and wrapping a slender arm around herself, trying to make herself seem smaller.

"Why are we making this video." Alex Yu says, looking at the recorder, his voice grim.

Morgan Yu rolls his eyes. "Right— Because my wife and my brother are a hypricote and paranoid— respectively."

"Morgan!" Chisato Richmond interrupts, her porcelain features tight with anxiety.

He holds up his hands. "Psychometric data we've obtained recently shows that statistically, there are significant variance in personality patterns, thought process, logic analysis in the testing to the new Neuromods. Whatever," he gives a half-hearted shrug, but in the heavy atmosphere, the nerves and fear were still clear in their minds. "I feel more like myself than ever."

Chisato Richmond lays a hand on his arm. "Morgan," her head shakes. "It isn't too late to back out of this. The-" She sucks in a breath. "There are other people who are willing to take your place, Morgan."

His brother joins her. "She's right."

Morgan Yu's hand lifts toward the side that was loaded with various metal-enforced equipment, they watch them hover for a few seconds before dropping back into the ground. "Guys, look. This is real. We've made it happen, and we're going to make it perfect. The people that come after us can judge us all they want, but they'll know that we brought them here. That we're the reason why that they're stronger, smarter. Immortal."

"Well, enjoy it while you can, Morgan. It'll all be gone in a few seconds." His brother finally relents, exhaustion clear on his weathered features.

Morgan Yu steps toward him and lays his hand on his brother's shoulder. "We'll make it happen," his voice is firm. And his eyes shine.

Then he walks toward his wife and takes her into his arms, and that bravery wavers just the tiniest bit when he leans into the thick of her dark tresses, and lets her go.

"I'm ready." He says.

"Alex," Chisato Richmond's voice trembles as she nears the comatose body of Morgan Yu on the operation table. "H- he's dead." Her voice cracks. "W- we can't keep him here."

Alex Yu shakes his head, his eyes scanning the files in his hands, "He's just sleeping."

Chisato Richmond's face shatters further. "Alex," she shakes her head. "Let him go. It's the least we can do for him. Do you want for him to suffer longer? It could be years, decades before he finally dies."

His head shoots to look at him. "Don't you love him, Chisato?"

"It's because I love him, I will let him go." Her voice is firm. "Do you, Alex? Are you doing this to save Morgan or yourself?"

He throws his hands up. "Jus- just look at these brainwaves, Chisato! They're almost an exact replica of a conscious person's! If, we— If I, can just find the right way to shock his nerves enough, he'll come back. He'll wake up!"

Shakily, she takes the paper filled with statistic of a person stuck between life and death from his hands.

Her eyes widen as she looks at him. "Alex?... Just exactly what type of Neruomods have you been injecting him with while he's unconscious?"

The Chisato Richmond appears again in front of the screen. Alone.

"Hello, Morgan." She smiles, dressed in a lab coat and a green dress. "My name is Chisato Richmond. I suppose you should remember me as your fiancée from your memories, starting from 2032. Now, that is true... In a sense, and false, in another. I am, or rather, was, the fiancée of Morgan Yu. But, you— you, you aren't Morgan."

She brings up her hands to her face and laughs slightly. "Ah, this is weird. Could I just call you Moran the Typhon?"

"But anyway, you must be wondering who you are now. Well, you, you're a work— no, a masterpiece of modern technology, really. You're what Alex... Made, after the Morgan's. A hybrid infused of typhon organs and natural human components. Now, forgive me if that isn't really a clear explanation, but, that is as much as I can offer you. I've never been really much of a biology expert— honestly, I have Ph.D.'s in two of three main categories of science and— god!"

She shakes her head. "Anyway, what I'm making this video to tell you is that when Morgan first broke out, he had me make two artificial intelligence units; one named January, and other named December. I can't say much— Alex can hack the looking glass recording and I really, really don't want him to find this out. Alex might be insane, but h- he's always been thorough."

Her hands tap anxiously.

"You'll probably find more of this out in the Psychotronics. Ah well, you'll eventually have to make your way there. Sooner or later. The real Morgan Yu's still there, I think. Password's 0719, after Morgan's birthday — July 19th. I don't think Alex'd have changed that, but if he did, it'll still probably be about Morgan. I don't know, I haven't been- I haven't tried to go back ever since that argument I had with Alex about life support..."

Chisato Richmond tucks back a piece of stray hair. "I- I can't tell you much more than this, hell, I don't know much of this myself in the first place. There are so many things even I don't know about Talos I, about TranStar. And, one more thing. You should watch that video Morgan has left you and listen to what Alex has to say as well. But you should think about what you want, too. Y-you aren't Morgan. You aren't the Morgan that me and Alex knew: and that's okay. You might be an alien, but, you are still your own person. And, and it's okay, Moran the Typhon. And I genuinely hope you'll live."

"And also, I know this is sentimental of me, but if you... If Morgan is still there... Could you?"

She buries her head in her hands, dark locks swishing.

"It's been so long."