— Let's go through your weaponry. — Alan was walking along a long hallway with Jaon. It was the second day of their cooperation.

— That's not what I wanted to do first. I was thinking about checking up on our medicine. — Zhar had an almost nonexistent field of genetics and very backward surgery technics.

— Then, lead the way. — Alan had no problem with checking on every field one by one. It would still take a few years for Ux's plan to start. — Wait.

Alan stopped moving and grabbed Jaon's shoulder.

— What is your country's name? — Jaon looked at him with a confused face.

— Why would we need one?

— It's straightforward, really. How can you be patriotic toward a country you don't know the name of? It would be best if you named it something like Uxland or Centralia.

— Right. It would help in the future. My people are already loyal to me, but it won't be the same for the conquered people. I declare this land as Ux.

— That was fast. — Alan was surprised that it took Jaon so little time. — You should make a flag and an anthem, too.

— I will do that, but for now, let's get onto our primary objective. — They started walking again. This was the central part of the giant underground lab. It connected every section.

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A few minutes passed, and the biology wing could be seen.

— How did you even build a lab like this?

— I didn't build it. When I found this city, it was already made. All my men had to do were minor repairs.

— So it was an old facility. Do you know who used it first? — Alan kept asking. — It looks pretty impressive compared to the rest of Zhar's tech.

— I have no idea. It was probably one of the old empires during the Only War. Every piece of evidence was burned or lost when I came to this place.

— That's a shame. I think that there is some hidden history, but there is no way for me to uncover it. — Alan thought that the history told was not complete.

— I agree. Whenever a history book enters my hands, I automatically know it's incomplete.

— Sir Ux. — One of the researchers came up and interrupted their talk. — I'm sorry to stop your conversation, but the scheduled meeting is about to begin. — Unlike other zharians, his hair was completely dry.

Just when Alan started wondering how he purifies the water in his organism, he realized that the researcher's clothes were completely soaked.

— I presume you're Mr. Coello. Please follow me. — Another person came closer and handed him a lab coat. It had a big hole in the tail area. — Please call me Orin.

Alan did as he was called and walked behind Orin. His name reminded Alan of his old friends. After spending almost ten months without talking to them, he didn't feel much. That was because he couldn't be sad for a long time. It was physically impossible.

He entered a room that looked like a small office. Inside, a person without any mutations sat. This was very surprising to Alan, since he thought that everyone here had no other place to go because of their mutations.

— Can you write what you know? My name is Orr, by the way. I'm Orin's brother.

— Let's get onto it. — Alan took a pen out and started explaining medicine to a doctor.