This choice: They used a military test subject for Project CHAMELEON. • Go Back...Chapter #6Project CHAMELEON. by: Wassel   "Well, that's... uh... That's not actually something we're supposed to reveal," the doctor replied. "It's highly top secret and..."
"Don't give me that bullshit!" you interrupted. His words further firing your desire to know. Repeating again, "Who's brain did you use and who did you put it in? Tell me!"
Cracking slightly under the pressure, Dr. Kerry looked towards his colleague for assistance. Muttering, "Dr. Saunders... I mean, we... we can't. They made it quite clear that we're not supposed to tell anyone."
The older doctor merely shrugged. "Don't look at me. This was your doing, not mine. You agreed to it."
"Agreed to WHAT?" you shouted. Having had more than enough of this runaround. Causing the two doctors to look at you again, before Kerry eventually sighed.
"Oh, alright. But you have to keep this strictly between us. None of what I'm about to tell you can leave this room."
You nodded in agreement. Simply wanting to know.
"A year ago the military came to us with..." he began. Pausing momentarily to find the correct wording. "What shall we call them...? 'Failed experiments' perhaps? From something called Project Chameleon. Volunteer subjects that had all sadly died, but were offered to us for our own research purposes in return for our particular area of expertise. Which is of course, the brain. Apparently they were trying to create soldiers who could physically disguise themselves into virtually anyone. A 'shape shifter' if you will, for espionage and infiltration, using alterations to the patients DNA and brain chemistry. Which is where we came in. Giving them a few pointers on where they might be going wrong."
Holy shit, you thought. This sounding completely insane. The military are actually working on something like that? It sounding more like science fiction than science fact.
It had apparently turned out to be just that as well. Dr. Kerry informing you that, "It was a lost cause from the start and completely impossible to achieve." Looking rather smug then as he added, "Unlike our own research into brain transplantation. Something that myself and Dr. Saunders here having been working to achieve for the past 20 years. Which we now have."
Not that this was of any particularly interest to you. Caring little how long they'd been doing it for, and instead, far more interested in what exactly it was they had done.
"So, what are you saying? That you put some dead military rejects' brain into one of our bodies?"
He nodded. "In a matter of speaking yes."
"Why?"
"Because, unfortunately due to the severity of the car accident," he explained, "not everyone came out completely unscathed. We had to use part of the donor brain in place of a part that had been severely damaged. Beyond repair. In order to save a life. There really wasn't any other way."
Naturally, this came as a complete shock to you. Not only at the fact that one of you had been that close to death, but also that the doctors had gone to such extreme measures. It becoming quite clear from his nervousness, as well as this whole military deal and what you'd overheard earlier, that this particular procedure most likely wasn't legal. Putting them both in a very precarious position indeed.
"Don't worry though," he assured you, with an judged pat on the shoulder. "It was a complete success. The donor brain seems to be perfectly compatible and everything is working just fine." Once again looking rather proud of himself as he spoke. "To be perfectly honest, if I hadn't have mentioned anything, its unlikely that you or anyone else would have ever known. And all thanks to my quick thinking."
This last part provoking a small groan from his fellow doctor. Causing Kerry to quickly add, "I mean our quick thinking."
You meanwhile were left to wonder, if it was so top secret and you never would have known anyway, why bother telling you about it in the first place?
Kerry's answer to this was, "For insurance purposes." This not really being all that comforting to hear. Informing you then that you would need to sign an Non disclosure agreement stating that you were aware of what happened and would keep it a secret, under pain of serious legal action, or possibly even worse. The military being especially eager for none of their dirty dealings to get out. "Do you understand?"
"Yes, whatever," you told him. "I'll sign your stupid form." Not really seeing the big deal if it worked and the donors were already dead. Being far more interested instead in the part they had yet to reveal. Which was of course, who it was exactly that had received this transplant...
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