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A door slid open as Carver walked back into an observation deck.  While his scientists were keeping an eye on the consoles that stood in front of them, he looked through the glass to see Midnight squirming on the table.  His wrists and ankles were locked against it as he was being injected with the same energy that changed his life.  The turret that hung nearby was firing a constant beam of the unknown energy.  Carver held a malicious grin on his face as he watched his experiment suffer once more.  One of his men turned away from a console and faced him. "Sir, his vitals are holding steady." "As expected.  Any new changes in his genetic or