She knows what she has to do. Lowering the tank baby to the floor, she faces away from the door. “I need you to help me with the body,” she says, jogging back through the caves so fast that the omega can barely keep up.
“The what?” she asks.
Stopping near the fragile devil’s body, Rae holds her breath and grabs underneath the shoulder blades.
The stench is unbearable. “We’re really going to move a dead body?”
Rae takes a breath. The stench is unbearable. “You got a better plan?”
The omega sighs, but there’s an urgency inside Rae that won’t let her back down from this. Whatever is behind that door is the answer to the nightmares of the past week.
They lay his body near the door, and Rae grabs the stiff hand. His thumbprint activates the pad, and the door unlocks, inching open.
Bending down to grab the tank baby, she nudges the door open with her shoulder. She looks upon the unexpected as a glare of light envelops her body.
She nearly drops the baby. The young omega balances against the doorframe.
Inside, machines
of all kinds light up and hum. In the center of the mysterious room is a large control panel, and a screen with a map of what appears to be several universes.
One word is centered at the bottom of the screen: Omegaverse.
Rae walks inside, winding through the massive super computers. As she glides her palms softly across the control panel, the hairs on her arms rise.
“Rae… what did we just find?” the young omega asks.
Rae grabs a handle on the control panel. A green button glows: Teraform.
“The particle accelerator isn’t what everyone thought. Everyone was lied to,” she says, mystified by their discovery.
She sees another button that reads: Cryo Units. She hits it and watches as the screen pulls up the statistical analysis of the life form inside of it.
She starts to read.
The omega stammers. “What is this place?”
Rae can feel her blood pump. “It’s alpha made. All of it was designed for a reason,” Rae says. “It’s a multiverse machine.”
“A what?” she asks.
“This is going to sound hard to believe, but the map suggests that other universes have been made. Or, at the very least, many have been found.”
Rae bites her lip. “Wait a minute,” she whispers.
“What is it?”
Rae points to the stats on the screen. “It says here that the cryo unit captives are alpha.”
“If that’s true, then they can’t be your clones,” the omega says.
Rae nods. “Exactly.”
She hits the button back to the elaborate map of the universes, and she remembers the facility Cassian kept her inside. It looked similar to this room, lit with complex machinery. There were many clones. Thousands, like the room below them.
Then she remembers his mother. She was a dying omega, tortured by his father and nearly killed. The machines that Cassian hooked her to kept her alive.
She controlled him. She controlled everything.