Fitness Models

It was just after 9 pm when a tan muscular man hurriedly entered the closing gym just as the lights on the signage up front went out. The general manager, a somewhat muscular older guy, winked as he approached the door before tossing the young hunk the keys.

“Bout time you got here, go ahead and lock up when you’re done.” He paused as he picked up his coat and walked towards the front door. “The place is pretty much shut down, just make sure to turn off the lights and lock the front doors when you’re finished. Your client is already here getting his swell on before the shoot.” He laughed before opening the door. “He’s a beast, I think you’ll like him. Later Matt!” He said with one final nod before heading out.

Matt smiled and waved before scanning the seemingly abandoned gym. He smirked before locking the front door and dropping his gym bag on the counter. He pulled out an ipad from the bag before walking into the main workout area, looking for the candidate. It didn’t take him long as he spotted the handsome muscular man pushing six 45 lbs. plates.

“Lance? Matt said as he walked up next to the man, admiring his physique as he pushed smoothly through his last set. This guy barely looked as if he trying! The man pushed up the bar before sitting up with perfect posture.

The man smiled and nodded ,”what’s up bro!” He leaned forward as Matt held out his hand for a shake. The mans’ smooth hands clasped firmly around Matt’s before shaking.

“I’m so glad you could make it man, sorry i’m late, I ran into some traffic.” The man stared at him for a moment before shrugging casually. Every move seemed so . . . purposeful.

“No problem, just finishing up here anyways, it’s always good to get pumped before a shoot like this right?” He said with a wink. He wore a tight form fitting black tee and tight running shorts, which accented his very defined thick legs. He stood up smoothly in a way that showed this man had complete control of every movement he made . . . almost as if each movement was planned and required special attention.

Matt just watched and smiled, admiring Lance’s chiseled facial features. ‘This has to be our guy, he will be perfect!’ Matt thought as he admired the man's sexy body. He even came prepared, sporting his company’s ‘BearWeight’ hat, which had a bear’s face as the logo, which Matt too wore. His large feet were covered by some bright reddish/orange . . . almost neon shoes, which really drew the eyes to his perfect legs.

“Alright man, well I know it’s late, so we’ll try to make this as quick as possible.” Matt started as he pulled over a high top table and a high top chair. “As you know, BearWeight is looking for our next fitness model for next months issue to pose and do a shoot with me. It’s important for us to showcase the new upcoming talent with the older known guys like me, so we can continuously innovate and expand our fitness blogs.” Lance stood there, taking every word Matt said in with a cool calm expression. “I’m sure you know that I am only part owner, so I set up this video conference with Jake Paterson, CFO of BearWeights.

“I’m very excited to meet Mr. Paterson, I’ve been a big fan of his for a long time. His business acumen is unmatched in this industry.” Lance said as a slight smirk stretched on his otherwise emotionless facial features. Matt frowned. Interesting. I mean I’m sure some people know of Jake . . . and follow him, but he really isn’t the face of the company as Matt has been over the years. Usually people are pining for a chance to work with Matt . . . not Jake.

Matt just smiled as he set up the ipad on the table. “Well I’m sure Jake . . . he doesn’t really like the whole Mr. Paterson thing, will be happy to hear that. I’m very impressed by how much you’ve learned about our company, and that’s exactly what we want from the next fitness star. If you get through this interview, you’ll have your chance to meet him soon!” Matt said, keeping an eye on Lance’s reaction. He just stood there with that same smile on his perfect face. This has got to be the one, Matt thought as the app opened.

“Well as you now, we are setting up a video conference with him now, which will include a photo shoot. It’s nothing professional, he will literally just be taking photos through the app here of us posing together so see if we have some photographic chemistry as he likes to say.” Matt glanced at Lance for a moment. “Go ahead and take off your shirt and grab some dumbbells, whatever weight you feel comfortable with. We are going to photograph you in action before we do the posing.” Matt said just as a dual screen came up on the ipad’s screen. It showed Matt and Lance on one side and a handsome skinnier man in a black suit on the left. It was a bit strange, as Jake was wearing dark black sunglasses inside what looked to be an office with only one window in the back.

Matt nodded silently to Jake before they both turned their attention to Lance who walked over to the dumbbell rack and picked up two 100 lbs. weights. He looked back to Jake on the screen, who watched Lance intently without a word before turning towards Matt and nodding knowingly. Matt stood up and took off his shirt, revealing his toned thick muscular torso.

Matt put his BearWeight hat back on and adjusted the necklace he always sported during shoots. He stood back out of the way of the ipad’s camera view as Lance sat down smoothly on the bench, holding the two 100 lbs. weights with ease. Lance stared at Jake and nodded his way without a word before turning his attention to Matt.

“So what would you like for me to do?” Lance asked calmly as he continued to hold the heavy weights to either side of his body.

This time, Jake spoke up. “Just do some simple seated curls. We are going to see how your musculature looks and I am going to take a few photos on my end . . . basically screenshots. Don’t be alarmed, nothing we take during this conference will be used publicly. This is just going to give us an initial idea of how you look on screen and how you photograph. There was a pause before Jake turned to the side towards Matt. “You had him sign a Non-disclosure release correct?”

Matt sat down behind the ipad, crossing his thick muscular arms across his smooth chest. “Yup, he sent all of the paperwork in last week.” Matt smirked, winking at Lance, who just stared at the two emotionlessly. “Told you this guy was on top of it.” Matt added. Jake smiled and nodded towards Lance.

“Alright then, go ahead and do your thing. I’ll let you know when we have enough footage/photos.” Jake said. His black sunglasses didn’t portray a hint of expectation. He just sat there waiting. He had no notes, no gear, no nothing. He was just a guy on the screen to Lance.

Lance nodded before he began to raise each large iron weight in each hand up, almost to his upper chest. HIs thick receipts arched and bulged with each movement. It was strange, because each arm was so perfect and symmetrical. Usually, in most men with muscle like this, there were some signs of distress when lifting. A muscle or vein that bulges or heavy breathing . . . with this guy, there was nothing. His face was serious as he stared straight ahead at nothing in particular as his body moved, however each movement was so smooth and specific to just his forearm . . . it looked strange. His core body was smooth and tense, but didn’t move . . . nothing moved beyond his elbow. His triceps and biceps slide back and forth under the skin, but his shoulders, chest, and neck muscles remained smooth and unmoving. This guys core and muscle control was incredible Matt thought to himself as he admired the man.

Jake’s facial expressions were blank throughout the workout as Lance lifted. Matt glanced down at his own phone and noticed the time. 20 minutes! He looked back up and noticed Lance’s face had not changed once since starting the workout. He didn’t even sweat. This guy was a total beast. This had to be it! Matt thought again.

Finally Jake stopped Lance. “Good job Lance, you surpassed my expectations! You can put the weights down now.” Lances jaw clenched as his core finally shifted as he gently lowered each weight slowly to either side of the bench. He just sat there for a moment before allowing a slight smile to stretch on his smooth handsome facial features. “Alright Matt, time to get in there. I want to see you guys stand there and pose in a serious way together. Lance, go ahead and sit down, I’m gonna have Matt stand to the right of you, then just do whatever you guys feel is best. I’ll let you know when i’m about to take the photos, you may see a flash on this one.”

Matt smiled as he stood up and walked over next to Lance, placing his hand on Lance’s thick shoulder for a moment as he placed a nearby stool behind Lance. “You did great man!” He whispered to Lance, who looked up at him and smiled, this time with a hint of personality. Matt winked before he positioned himself behind Lance. He looked down at his own tan body and flexed a bit, making sure his definition was there before staring back at Jake.

“Lance, put your hat backwards and stare off to the right, I want you to look serious, but kinda maintain a casual almost light expression. It’s hard to explain, but I want you to look like you are the next young generation of superstar, while Matt maintains this strong steady look directly at the camera. Hopefully that all made sense.” Jake said. His handsome face was still unreadable behind those glasses.

The two men adjusted their bodies so that they were closer to each other, and Lance did exactly what Jake asked for him to do. For the first time, his serious emotionless facial expression changed into something more . . . natural. His sexy abs flexed and shifted as he casually shifted his body. The tan skin wrinkled slightly along his gym shorts making him look a little more relaxed. Matt stared at the man as he adjusted himself and smirked for a moment, seeing how well he posed for Jake. ‘This is definitely our guy.’ He thought before changing his expression to something more serious.

The two men posed, Lance looked almost fake as he waited for Jake to take the photo. Matt moved a bit and tightened his own abs before nodding to Jake. “Alright you guys, one . . . two . . . three!” Jake said before there was a bright blue flash from the ipad.

Suddenly Lance’s body shuddered a bit, his fingers each twitching unnaturally and his head turning a bit to the left as his eyes seemed to move . . . unfocused towards Jake right before his thick muscular body froze. Matt frowned before he turned to stare at Lance’s frozen body.

“Matt?” He said as he placed his hand on the mans’ shoulder. His body stiffly rocked on the stool . . . he didn’t even blink in response. Concerned, Matt walked in front of Lance, grabbing his chiseled jaw and shook his head. His face wrinkled a bit at his touch, but nothing moved. It was like every joint in his body was frozen stiff! Matt looked back at Jake who was smiling.

“Holy shit, this is it! You were right!” Matt said incredulously as he began to smile at Lance’s frozen form. Matt turned and examined Lance’s eyes closely. He noticed a dim red glow, which could only be seen if you looked closely.

“We finally found the sim bot!” Jake said before leaning back in his chair and putting his arms behind his head casually.

“Wow!” Matt said as he put a finger inside Lance’s mouth and stretched it wide so that the handsome facial features tightened and wrinkled in his grasp. You could see the metal beyond the gumline of Lance’s mouth as Matt held it there for a moment in a playful pose as Jake looked on. Matt ran his hands over Lance’s body, pushing and pulling at the skin in amazement. “The synthetic skin is almost perfect! This technology is waay more advanced that I thought it would be!” He said casually with a wide excited smile.

“I give them credit, their synthetic flesh technology is very good. Go ahead and grab the power core and mainframe . . . then bring them back to headquarters, we don’t have much time before the trash truck arrives out back.” Jake said with a smile before he turned off the screen.

Matt smirked at the black screen and turned towards Lance’s motionless body and took off his hat. He slowly ran his hands through the man’s perfectly styled hair. “Too bad, you are a work of art!” He said as he slowly walked around the incapacitated hunk. There was a moment when Lance’s smooth face twitched and his head shifted a bit before settling in a cocked position with a dazed far off look in his eyes, but he stopped again, motionless. Matt looked at Lance’s smooth muscular back, setting his hands on his shoulders. He smiled before slowly gliding his hands down in front of Lance’s thick toned chest, coming up against his body almost in a rear hug. He pushed his face up against Lances handsome features as he slowly dug his fingers into Lance’s smooth skin coating his rock hard abs. With a smile Matt pulled the rubbery skin apart with a ripping noise, revealing silver metal beneath, shaped like the abs he sported in the form of metal panels.

Matt smiled as he let go of the torn skin and walked in front of Lance’s still form, kneeling in front of the newly revealed metal. “There we go!” He said as he pushed a secret latch to the side of one of the silver “ab-like” plates. It clicked open, revealing the blue inner workings of the machine.

The panels popped open with a mechanical hum and the bright blue light cast it’s glow over Matt’s strong face. Behind some wires and cables there was the source of all the blue light . . . a power core. Matt smiled, allowing for his own eyes to glow bright purple as he slid his hands inside of Lance’s stomach to retrieve his prize.

Just then, Lance’s eyes glowed bright red for a moment before he launched his large foot right into Matt’s chest, blasting him back against the opposite wall, with such force, the stone cracked where his body hit. Matt’s eyes blazed bright purple before dimming as his body crumpled to the floor motionless. Lance’s head jerked to the side and his chiseled jaw clenched as he slowly looked down at his revealed innards. He jerked his head again before resting his elbows on his knees.

His head continued a jerking motion and his eyes turned bright red before the panel in his abdomen closed. The jerking stopped and he cocked his head to the right as his body quivered. “Defensive logs activated, repair sequence finished.” He said in a monotone voice. His feet and hands flexed before he smoothly got up and seemingly cracked his thick muscular neck. He stared at Matt’s motionless body with those red eyes a moment before he bent over and picked up a 45 lbs plate from the rack with one hand.

Matt’s eyes suddenly opened with a blazing purple light and stood up smoothly. “Ah, I see our EMP pulse didn’t knock out all of your systems as expected.” He rolled his shoulders as his eyes faded back to his human iris color. “I guess i’ll have to incapacitate you the old fashion way. Your human creators are far more advanced in their technology than I originally thought!” He tore away his sagging sweats, leaving just his tight black and white running shoes before stepping forward. His massive toned legs shifted with each step.

Without a word, Lance hurled the solid metal weight right at Matt’s head effortlessly. The metal plate flew through the air towards Matt like a frisbee. Matt simply put up his forearm, allowing the metal plate to glance off his his arm with a bright spark. There was a loud clang before the weight deflected off into the wall next to him. The tan flesh on his forearm was torn, revealing blue blood and bright metal. The weight was thrown with such force, it cut through the flesh to the bone . . . the metal bone beneath.

Matt didn’t seem to mind. Almost instantly, the purple bluish flesh beneath his torn human skin mended itself with surprising speed until nothing but a grayish blue skin on his true arm could be seen. Lance just cocked a head, his scanners assessing what happened and what Matt was.

Taking advantage of Lance’s hesitation, Matt crouched low like an animal before taking an inhuman bound towards Lance. He came down fist first into Lance’s face. The force was so powerful, the handsome features on Lance’s face wrinkled, and the skin was broken on his right cheek bone . . . no dented in. Lance stumbled back, not before picking up the end of a nearby bench and hitting Matt’s body with it.

Matt stumbled to the side, however caught the metal bench in his arms. He then ran forward while Lance was holding the other end up to his chest. Lance stumbled back as Matt shoved the metal bench up against his body until he was pinned against the opposite mirrored wall. The glass shattered and the concrete broke as sparks flew. Matt’s muscles strained as he continued to push the metal bench into Lance’s chest, which was sparking now, the skin wrinkled and stretched as the bench began to cave in the metal beneath. The bench began to bend as Matt pushed forward with a smile, his leg muscles pulsing and straining. Lance’s arms bulged as he tried to push the bench away from his body, causing the metal bench to twist and bend in his grasp. The tan flesh finally began to tear, and that’s when Lance pushed the metal bench off to the side, causing a large amount of his human skin to tear away from his metal body. There was a crunch as the bench slammed into the wall, slipping off of Lances body.

The synthetic skin allowed for the contact to slip, however it was torn away from his chest and left arm. Lance stumbled off to the side as strips of skin torn free, and he punched Matt in the face. Matt stumbled back and smiled right before Lance charged forward and speared Matt’s body. His body flew into the air as Lance picked him up and ran towards the other wall. Both men crashed into the concrete wall with a thunderous crack. Lance drove Matt through the wall and into the floor with a thud.

Sparks flew as Lance straddled Matt’s body. He had Matt’s throat in a vice grip as he held down Matt’s other arm. There was, what looked like, blue blood pouring from Matt’s back. He shuddered a bit within his grasp, but smiled deviantly as he looked at Lance’s dented chest plate. Sparks flew from the side of his handsome face, which was slightly dented near the top of his forehead, some of the skin fell down a bit, revealing the metal beneath, however his expression was calm and stern.

Matt’s face was also calm, even as Lance’s hand closed down on his thick throat, causing some of the skin to wrinkle and stretch. “Not bad . . . not bad at all.” Matt said through clenched teeth. His face was stretched into a crazed smile. Matt cocked his head and his eyes glowed brightly.

“Identify yourself?” He said in a monotone voice, as a light bulb popped above. Matt smile and his purple eyes glowed. “Oh do we have to do a formal greeting? You guys have been trying to get information on us for awhile now, i’m sure you’ve succeeded to learn a little bit, otherwise why send a droid to infiltrate us like this?” He said calmly. The blood flow clearly stopped, as i’m sure the cuts on his back have mended already. He understood he wasn’t actually talking to Lance, more likely he was now communicating through the human who was viewing everything through his eyes. He took this opportunity to gloat.

“You already know we aren’t from Earth . . . you know that we have infiltrated mankind for some time . . . and you want to know why?” There was a pause before Lance opened his mouth just as a spark flew from his ear. He paused with a jerk for a moment before responding. “We don’t care what you want here, we are just curious what you are? You aren’t organic, yet you don’t seem entirely synthetic . . . what are you?” He said.

Matt smiled darkly, then began to slowly push Lance off of him. His arm slowly shifted within Lance’s grasp to the point where the smooth skin on his arm twisted and stretched. His core shifted and bulged as he slowly got up, ignoring the weight on his chest and Lance’s attempt to break his neck. He only succeeded in putting holes in the skin where his fingers dug in before Matt smoothly and calmly pushed the droids arm away from him. His muscles pulsed as he pushed the robot up and then slowly walked forward, with Lance’s arms in his grasp. His purple eyes blazed as he smiled calmly.

“You want to know what we are?” He said as he slowly pushed Lance back through the broken wall into the main workout room. “You want to know what we were?” He continue, his large feet spread out within his tight running shoes as he continued to push Lance back. Lance tried to struggle, but Matt’s grip was too tight. The skin wrinkled and tore as Lance twisted his arm, however with each movement, Matt clamped down harder, until there was a metal scraping noise and the arms twisted and bent in his grasp. “We are aliens, but we are so much more than that. We’ve evolved beyond mortal flesh.”

His face was serious now as Lance’s eyes started to blink. Lance’s jaw clenched and he cocked his head in the realization that Matt was too much for him to overpower. “My kind found a way to create life . . . technology to forward and advance our species. Imagine something more than synthetic or robotic. Something 1000 times more advanced than Lance here. There was a pause. Hell, more advanced than you humans. We’ve replaced our biological bodies with something more. Instead of blood cells, we have nanobots far advance than anything you have ever seen.” Lance struggled again, digging his feet into the concrete, his core muscles shifted and tightened as he made one last attempt to stop Matt’s advance. The torn skin hanging off of his stomach and chest swung with each movement.

“Imagine metal as bone, and alloy poly carbon strains as muscle and synthetic alloy based coating as skin.” He grunted as he pushed Lance against the wall. “Imagine an unlimited power supply from any sun and a way to take in different gas particles like breathing to engage and help power those nanobots, but not relying on that gas to survive. . . imagine a system so advance . . . we can process more information and do more with our brains than you or my ancestors could over a few megennium”

Matt brought his handsome face up close to Lance. “So to answer you question, we’re more than some alien race hell bent on conquering you if that’s what you’re worried about. The simplicity of that statement alone proves how much better we are.” Matt tightened his grip almost in anger, creating a metal grating sound. “We have used our technological prowess to achieve something no other race has . . . something beyond biological evolution.” He quickly released Lance’s arm and plunged his hand through the metal of his stomach, grasping the power core. “We think, learn, create just like any of you . . . but we are immortal.” He slowly pulled the power core out, the wires sparked and snapped as Lance’s eyes began to flicker. “We . . . are . . . Gods.” He finished before pulling the core free.

Lance’s body immediately fell limp in Matt’s grasp. Matt stood up straight with a light sigh, allowing for the android to fall to the floor in a heap. He laughed to himself, cracking his neck. He looked in an undamaged part of the mirror and turned his body so he could look at his back. Large pieces of tan flesh were scrapped away revealing smooth unblemished bluish/gray skin beneath. “Fucker tore my suit!” He said in feign frustration.

He then crouched down in front of Lance’s handsome emotionless still face. He cocked his head, running a finger along his jawline with a smile. Then he reach up to Lance’s face with both hands, sliding them within his perfect lips. He slowly stretched Lance’s lips apart, revealing not only his gums but the metal beyond. He continued to stretch the once perfect face apart until the entire metal skull beneath could be seen. The empty human mask tore away from the metal neck area before he casually tossed the empty face aside. With the skull revealed, Matt pushed at a small compartment on top of the cranium, allowing it to open. He reached in side and unplugged a processing chip.

Matt stood up and stared at the muscular portions of the android still covered by the fake human flesh and the contrasting silver metal parts. “Not a bad start tho!” He muttered before tossing the core and the processing chip into his gym bag. He then bent down, grabbing Lance’s metal skull. With an effortless yank, he pulled the metal skull from the body, with a small spark and tossed it to the floor with a clang. He spent the next several moments pulling the smooth tan skin from the droids body, putting the empty wrinkled pieces of flesh into a small plastic bag. With the droid completely de-skinned, he started to pull the arms and legs from the torso while whistling. WIre’s sparked and metal groaned as the man quickly worked to disassemble the humans’ robot.

Later that night, he emerged from the back of the gym with a large plastic bag wearing a long sweatshirt and his pants, covering up the battle scars from earlier. He tossed the large bag into the dumpster with a loud thud just as the morning garbage truck started to pull into the parking lot.

“Perfect timing,” he muttered to himself before running back inside.He continued to whistle as he picked up the gym bag and the plastic bag full of Lance’s synthetic human skin. He looked around the cleaned up room . . . with the exception of the night’s earlier damage before turning off the lights. He then pulled out his ipad, pushed a few buttons, and set it on the floor. The tablet glowed bright blue before opening up into a square glowing portal of sorts. Matt picked up the bags and stepped inside. Within moments, he and the device disappeared in a flash of blue light.

Matt was instantly transported into an empty white room. Jake was sitting at a white desk at the center of the room. He smiled at Matt as he approached, resting his head on the tips of his fingers. Matt set both bags on the table with a smile as Jake laughed. The plastic bag fell open and Lance’s empty, wrinkled, slightly stretched out face fell out.

“I brought the skin too, the technology is quite advanced for what I thought they would be capable of. It’s looks very realistic.” Matt said casually. “Plus I didn’t want to leave that behind. Robotic parts in the trash is one thing . . . but fake synthetic flesh? That could cause a ruckus . . . I’m sure the humans will appreciate that.”

Jake gave an approving node before slowly getting up and turning towards a large window overlooking New York City. “These humans think they have the technology to infiltrate us? To spy on us?” Jake turned and leaned against the window sill and took off his black sunglasses to reveal his bright purple inhuman eyes. “Oh well, I guess there is no need for these huh.” He said with a smile as he pulled the skin at the tips of his fingers. The fleshy gloves were pulled off of his dark gray hands and black fingernails. The automatic curtains closed behind him. He smiled as he reached up to his temples. He shut his eyes, clenching his jaw, as he began to massage the sides of his face. His handsome features wrinkled and shifted over the true features beneath before he grasped the sides of the mask in each hand. There was a rubbery stretching noise as he pulled the human face up and over his head. There was a sucking sound as the mask snapped away from his head, revealing a thick ridged bald face beneath. The ridges were accented by red and blue, however the rest of his skin was charcoal gray in color, which made his purple eyes almost glow. He laughed as he set the empty human mask down on the desk and leaned back against the desk.

Matt stepped forward with a serious look on his face. “Ugh, I can finally take this thing off then?” He said hopefully. A smile emerged on Jake’s alien face before nodding. After all that work, this thing has gotten a bit . . . confining, he muttered as he pushed against his face, causing the skin to wrinkle a bit and rolling his shoulders. He quickly took off his sweatshirt, revealing the tears in his human skin. Jake frowned before Matt just raised a finger, “Don’t ask.” He said without even looking up before he continued to undress. He pulled down his sweatpants and slide the running shoes off his thick large feet before. He was wearing nothing but some black underwear now.

His body was sculpted and perfect. He stretched and flexed his muscles, which slide beneath his perfect smooth tan skin. He playfully winked at Jake as he ran his hands down his toned abs. Matt sighed before reaching up behind his head with a grunt. “Lance would have loved to see this!” He said before there was a meaty noise as his finger tips dug into the back of his thick neck. He smiled, rolling his eyes back, as if enjoying the feeling. With a grunt he pulled the tan flesh apart. There was that familiar rubbery stretching noise as the skin wrinkled and bunched up in his hands. As the skin parted, his face became slack and began to sag. The skin ripped apart down the center of his back as he pulled both sides away. His slack wrinkled face fell away from his true alien features beneath. Matt shifted and rotated his arms as the skin continued to slide off of his thick shoulders. The synthetic flesh fell limply around his waist before he continued to push the tight skin down over his perfect ass and thick sculpted legs. Soon his naked gray muscular body stepped out of the empty tan skin.

Matt stood there rolling his neck and running his gray hands over his bald dark gray head. His purple eyes glowed brightly and his perfectly sculpted body flexed. Jake stood up, adjusting his suit tie as he walked over to Matt’s revealed form. “When will humans realize we’ve surpassed their technology in every way. We are more than a species . . . we are more than machine. Once we figured out a way to change our biological bodies at the cellular level, we essentially became immortal gods!” He smirked, peering down at Matt’s empty human skinsuit. “We have had the time and experience . . . and evolution to stay one step ahead of these beings throughout the years.” Jake paused before placing a hand on Matt’s shoulder. “But i’d be lying if I said I don’t think mankind will be able to catch up to us. The progress we’ve seen here today proves they have the ability to evolve as we have.”

Matt stared down at his old skin suit, then at the gym bag. “Well I hope that day doesn’t come anytime soon, for all of our sakes.” He said with a frown.