<div class="floatleft">(https://cinemathread.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/11/trevante-ed-2.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Calibri;"><br/><br/><strong>Characater Name:</strong> John Stewart<br/><strong>Date Time:</strong> 3 Months Ago<br/><strong>Location:</strong> CADMUS - Underground Test point<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong> Closed<br/><br/>"So this is it, huh? My go in the easy bake?" Stern steel-like eyes peered out from the illuminated cell, John knew his time had finally come. The eerie silence coupled with whispers of the "horrors" surrounding the process itself, nothing good could come from works produced in secrecy and shadows, John understood the evils of war and politics but this was neither war or politics, but rather this was an unholy alliance of politics, war and business with science at the helm of it all, an unmistakable specter lingered about the deck... Death.<br/><br/>He was never told directly about the program and its intents, he was offered scant details and was kept from knowing anything else ,  an appeal at full clemency and redemption, that's all that was on the table , which made the offer too irresisting for an encumbered vet to overlook, it was this or dishonor.<br/><br/>John was marched out from his cell in shackles by two guards with monotone expressions, he wondered if they were humans at all, or perhaps under some kind of mental conditioning that made them seem that way,  this place definitely did bring about an element of other-worldliness.<br/><br/>He was eventually approached by a black woman, later 40s, possibly older, he could tell by the way she carried herself that she was in an authoritative position, if not the top cheese in charge, she introduced herself to him as Director Waller, "Head Bitch in Charge" her words. <br/><br/>She gave him a brief but intrigued "look over" before turning to the files in her possession, presumably his military records.<br/>"John Stewart, age 29, Staff Sargent, Soldier of the Year, 98 on your ASVAB, exemplary evals all around, for such a short stint in the services, your accomplishments are varied and many, but so were all the others...that alone won't save you" Waller paused.."You're from Flint?" she remarked in bemusement. "Cabrini girl myself..." a hint of uncommon compassion rested in her voice before turning the files over to a close-by aid.<br/><br/>"Are you ready?."<br/><br/>"No choice but to be..." John returned, looking down at the bonding devices affixed at his wrists. Waller sensed the mans unease about the situation, expressing a bit of empathy, though resolving herself to carry out the experiment to its conclusion. She went her own way,  presumably somewhere safe to observe the experiment.<br/><br/>He was lead into a kind of isolated chamber..something you'd expect could withstand a bomb or intense elements, him being a former architecture student,  he understood its design well. Within the sparse minimalist space there was a single chair. He was instructed take a seat by a disembodied voice, he recognized it as belonging to Waller. An unmistakable odor of burning flesh lingered about the place.<br/><br/>Two men in hazmat suits strutted out carrying what looked like an alien briefcase "Open it up, undress and put it on like coveralls." The men quickly left as soon as they came, as if they wanted out of dodge for what was coming.<br/><br/>John obliged without question, the suit fit near perfectly, a little tight in some places but it's design complimented his form. <br/><br/>"All you have to do is withstand 5 minutes in the room and you're home free." Waller continued wryly." Can you take the heat John and be what America needs you to be? Or will you fail? Game time starts now."<br/><br/>John braced himself into the chair.  Prepared for what was to come. John cleared his mind and put his thoughts into the task. The only thing that mattered was overcoming this hell.<br/><br/>On the other hand Waller began to rattle off the atmospheric changes occurring in the room as it happened, intrigued at the findings.<br/><br/>"1000 Degrees Fahrenheit...1 minute in."  "4000 Degrees Fahrenheit...2 minutes in" "8000 Degrees Fahrenheit...3 minutes in" "10,000 Degrees Fahrenheit...4 minutes in."<br/><br/><br/>"Most expire well prior this point. Keep going" She prattled with piqued interest. By now John had performed better than most at this point in the experiment, but he was reaching critical mass, the 4 minute mark had proved a bit much for him and he began to fade. Waller's instinct was to hold out, believing John to be capable enough to make it to the interval.<br/><br/> "At 5 minutes, John radiated and cried out in intense pain, growths of plasma poured out from his pores, mimicking pulses of plasma from the sun , the suit was intact, but he was a mess. " And then he exploded within the chamber like a supernova. <br/><br/>While the others looked on in horror, Waller looked on as if she were denied the world's greatest orgasm. "Failure" She muttered lowly.<br/><br/>Miraculously a glow took shape and it exploded out of the chamber like a flying comet. Was it unintended "blowback"? The flying comet hurled out like the force of bomb, destroying everything in its trajectory until it landed mere inches from Waller in the observation deck.<br/><br/>Waller looked on in disbelief, choking up on smoke from the violent fallout, she clinched her legs together tight, almost betraying her professional self, looking up at the visage of what she thought had been exploding remnants only minutes ago.<br/><br/>"J-John! We just created the suns environments within a limited area. You withstood the force of the sun itself. Do you understand what that means? This is astonishing. You are the first and only subject to complete the process. You are our...Apollo".<br/><br/></span></span><br/><br/>