Chapter 206: Organs
Laid out on the table in front of him were freshly sliced organs. The heart, the lungs, the kidneys, and whatever else he had extracted through his battles. Dasha’s expression was unchanged as he gazed down at them. In his head, he wrote down a series of notes. Details and inquiries that he was combing over like he would a thesis. His fingers flexed and twitched as if rolling a pencil in his hand.
"The hearts of the humans created from the Heavenly Tower are identical to humans on Earth. Not even a minute difference except for the existence and slivers of the soul. That must mean they are human. Fully human. The Architects of the Heavenly Tower aren’t replicating for the sake of it, they are creating faithfully. The question is how? From what? Who are the Architects? How does one become an Architect?"
All questions he asked out loud. None received an answer. Alone, there was only so much Dasha could do. Tools were necessary. People willing to serve him. The Whispers were not one of those people yet. He needed to grow stronger as Daughter commanded.
"Charles has taken the bait."
The flash of surprise on Dasha’s face was hidden by the mask stuck to his face. Emerging from his shadow was Xavier.
"You’ve confirmed consumption?" Dasha asked. Did he hear? Hm, did it matter if he heard? His thoughts calmed down and he focused on the conversation.
"Yes," Xavier replied. "He is currently fast asleep at Lowkey, dreaming soundly."
Dasha didn’t speak again, his mind promptly returning to the organs in front of him. Xavier, holding his hat, looked around.
"I see the modifications are complete," Xavier said. "You are a man of many talents."
Light adjustments were done to his lab earlier this morning. The walls were white and made of with ventilation added. Cohesive LED lighting was installed into the ceiling, transforming the dimension into a modern lab. All of it was done by Dasha and the handy man of the Whispers, Handy. Handy’s left arm was a poorly conditioned prosthetic and his understanding of modern architecture was limited. Dasha suspected he came from the Golden Generation, the eighties, judging by the level of respect Grace uttered his name.
"Tell me about the Dark Sector’s organ market," Dasha said. "Who are the largest buyers?"