Gaze into the abyss

[mr-henshaw.livejournal.com]

The Cyborg arrives at his destination, the hidden laboratory several miles away from the edge of Interstate 70 in Utah, marked Epsilon by its owner. Touching down on the sandy ground, he takes a quick scan of the surrounding area before pushing his hand into the DNA-reader that prevents access to all but the chosen few. There's nobody around this place. But why would there be? One of the most barren stretches of road in this fine country, with no civilisation within walking distance.

"This could be heaven."

Henshaw steps into the lab, and submits himself to the full-body scan that awaits him. He allows the needles with their reinforced tips to penetrate his preserved flesh so that he can proceed further into the building, and speaks the command words that the holographic ear over the next door wants him to say. The door then slides open, and he strides through a corridor littered with diagrams and assorted paperwork, before reaching the main laboratory floor.

"Sivana." The Cyborg Superman places the container of Chemo into the toxicity analysis device just to the right of him. "I appreciate your fastidious nature, and how anyone other than the members of our cell would surely perish trying to access the heart of your lab, but I feel that the injections I am forced to endure upon entry are entirely redundant. I am more machine than man."