1. [Accidental Voice]
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mooglenet_backup[He remembers climbing stairs, counting them out of habit - a trick of training observational skills taught in elementary anatomy over four decades ago. Fifty five and not even halfway up. So many steps for such a tired old man. So many lights, blurred by the Midgar rain with its tinge of green bringing the smell of acid and regret.
Sephiroth - the singular thought. Hojo's own life and that of the Silver General's, cumulating to this spectacular moment. Sephiroth - the only true success, he who exceeded all of Hojo's grandest predictions and is about to do so again.
A vial of glowing green and several capsules rest in a metal case within Hojo's inner pocket - the promises of his last surrender. The sound of his heartbeat is as loud as that of rain striking metal at his feet. Hojo is happy. About to give up everything to see Sephiroth rise and cast off the last chains which bind him to humanity, the professor finds himself truly happy, for the first time in years.
Until the flash goes off in his peripheral vision, and he stumbles.
And wakes up in another place of lights, without the rain.]
What-
What is this? [There is a slight note of panic in his voice, the sound of shuffling as he takes a few tentative steps. The next jumble of words come out in the low, urgent tone of one who is accustomed to speaking to himself.]
Hallucinatory side-effects of the J-cell treatment? But- the calculated induction dose should be too low to penetrate into the central nervous system. The rate of infection is slow, initially slow- It is the next dose which contains the lipophilic mutagen-
[A few choppy breaths, then a growl of frustration:] Sephiroth!
Sephiroth - the singular thought. Hojo's own life and that of the Silver General's, cumulating to this spectacular moment. Sephiroth - the only true success, he who exceeded all of Hojo's grandest predictions and is about to do so again.
A vial of glowing green and several capsules rest in a metal case within Hojo's inner pocket - the promises of his last surrender. The sound of his heartbeat is as loud as that of rain striking metal at his feet. Hojo is happy. About to give up everything to see Sephiroth rise and cast off the last chains which bind him to humanity, the professor finds himself truly happy, for the first time in years.
Until the flash goes off in his peripheral vision, and he stumbles.
And wakes up in another place of lights, without the rain.]
What-
What is this? [There is a slight note of panic in his voice, the sound of shuffling as he takes a few tentative steps. The next jumble of words come out in the low, urgent tone of one who is accustomed to speaking to himself.]
Hallucinatory side-effects of the J-cell treatment? But- the calculated induction dose should be too low to penetrate into the central nervous system. The rate of infection is slow, initially slow- It is the next dose which contains the lipophilic mutagen-
[A few choppy breaths, then a growl of frustration:] Sephiroth!
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[Voice]
Date: 2010-02-05 06:01 am (UTC)Nothing alike? Nothing alike? Oh and here I thought that Hollander was a halfwit. I know every detail of both projects, professor. The only difference between then were the methods you used.
There are no dreams, no honor remains...my dear, deranged professor. You don't know when I am from. You say I am ignorant? I am far from it, in fact. I am from a time in which no one remains.
Except perhaps Cloud Strife. Another failed experiment, yes? Funny how these... failures happen to be the only ones left standing.
And, for the record? I was unraveling at the seems seven years ago. No one but the Goddess herself could save me.
And she has. Quite beautifully, if I do say so myself. Think about it, Professor Hojo. Seven years is quite a long time.
A very long time.
[Voice]
Date: 2010-02-05 07:23 am (UTC)Years.
Perhaps - no, surely - on another day when Hojo's senses were less assaulted, Genesis' words would have little impact. As it stands, however, at present they shoot right through the professor's nervous system, sending a chill down his spine which very nearly makes him drop the phone again.
The failures are the only ones left standing.
At the back of his mind, this very thought had started to bloom years ago, crept into his consciousness now and again, nagging and insidious. That's why- That's why Sephiroth had to succeed. That's why the One-Winged Angel needed to take flight - to leave on the dying world Hojo's last and greatest legacy. To beat down every miserable failure that had coalesced together in their hatred for their maker.
Seven years.
Hojo's voice is waspish as he speaks again.]
No. If there is one similarity between Project S and G, it was the desired outcome. The methods made all the difference, as the products can attest. Sephiroth is the superior specimen - perfection by my hands. He will always remain a class above you, Genesis, just as I have always been a class above Hollander.
[Father. No. Sephiroth is of no blood relation to Hojo. The father's deeds will always marr that of the son's, and Sephiroth could not be marred. Sephiroth was made to sever all ties to earth and rise above the common dirt of human existence.]
But this is no time to exchange old stories, as much as I know you like your tales. [He needs to end this conversation quickly; his mind is in desperate need of rest.] Why are you with Sephiroth, boy? What are you doing?
[Voice]
Date: 2010-02-05 05:08 pm (UTC)A class above me? Dear Hojo, did you not listen? It was your failed experiment that brought down the man who you say is a "class above me." Your attempt to get a rise out of me will not work. Not to the likes of you and may have worked if I was from the very same time as you.
But I'm not. And so I carry the knowledge of the future for many in this place called Gaia. I have no reason to lie, not even to you. In fact, throughout all that time during the war, I have never lied. Manipulated, maybe. Ensured my own survival, yes. But lied? Never.
And so, I bring the truth to you now, Hojo. Your failure triumphed over your "superior" specimen. And Hollander's failure? Why... he lives on. Lives on to do as the Goddess wills.
What I am doing? Why I was on my way to go see the Director but this little place has redirected my route for the time being. What am I doing with Sephiroth? Ah, well...wouldn't you like to know?
[Voice]
Date: 2010-02-06 04:26 am (UTC)There is no proof to anything the boy is saying, and Hojo knows better than to demand any. It is true that Genesis' manner has changed greatly since Hojo last saw him, and the mere fact he is alive speaks for itself...but even if he is from some distant future where the scientist's empire has crumbled to nothing...
...there is no reason now why that future cannot be changed.
Which renders Genesis' words, truth or not, insignificant.
Hojo sighs, and is much calmer when he next speaks.]
I will waste no more words with you, Genesis.
[The Director. Which one? It hardly matters, save that there appears to be a vast number more of people from his own world here. Whether this is beneficial or not is yet to be seen.
He raises his voice a notch,]
Sephiroth, are you content in letting this fool speak for you? You had more questions; I will answer them.
You know very well that I am the only one who can.
[Voice]
Date: 2010-02-06 04:35 am (UTC)Suit yourself, but the future has already been changed now that the dear general has kept his mind in tact this time.
This fool told him the truth. I believe that is enough for him to trust me or even Cloud Strife rather than your disgusting self.
My soul, corrupted by vengeance
Hath endured torment, to find the end of the journey
In my own salvation
And your eternal slumber.
Have a good day, professor. Should I find anything... amiss... hm, well, I believe you will know what will happen.
[Voice]
Date: 2010-02-06 02:02 pm (UTC)Professor, there seems to be a misunderstanding you are currently laboring under. I have no desire to "transcend humanity" as you put it.
[Falls silent for a moment before speaking again.]
I will speak further with you later, when we can do such in a more private manner. I have little desire to broadcast more than you already have about me over the network.