Viltrumite Form.
VILTRUMITE EMPIRE
Department of Genetic Purity and Birth Registry
"Glory to Argal, glory to the Empire"
VILTRUMITE BIRTH CERTIFICATE
Registration year: 4200 A.A. (After Argal)
Imperial verification code: VIL-4200- Reinheit des Blutes. Klasse 15.
Name: KORR-ADD.
Date of birth: Year 4200 A.A. Major Cycle, 4 — Day 7 — Hour 13.72.44 Standard Viltrumite Time.
Place of birth: Planet Viltrum. Military colony: THRAX-VOR.
Gender: Male.
10.2. EXCEEDS THE COHORT AVERAGE BY 23%
Flight capacity at birth: No.
OBSERVATION: ABSENCE OF FLIGHT COMPENSATED BY BONE DENSITY 1.4 TIMES HIGHER THAN AVERAGE.
Potential strength level: Class 8.7
PERCENTILE 97. ENCAPSULATED IN THE GENETIC ELITE.
PARENT DATA.
Both parents verified under the Blood Census — Year 3500 A.A.
Name: VORATH.
Military rank: GENERAL COMMANDER OF THE SECOND PACIFICATION WAVE
Identification number: VG-𐌔𐌀𐌍𐌂𐌕𐌀-4190 VG-𐌉𐌌𐌐𐌏𐌋𐌖𐌕-4185
Purity percentage: 100% — CERTIFICATE OF PURE BLOOD, class 16.
Certificate of purity: FILE GEN-4192
Parents' status: Alive.
Union approved by the Supreme Council.
Type: ELITE CLASS STRATEGIC UNION.
Genetic validation: 100%.
The infant Korr-Add was extracted from the womb of its carrier without complications. According to the data from the assigned medical officer, she decided to disassociate herself from the infant's care and conditioning.
The father has accepted custody of the infant, and has assigned him to the combat service nursery.
Additional data: The newborn did not emit any sound during the first forty-seven seconds after birth. So far he has not shown signs of crying; speech complications are suspected. If that is the case, he will be admitted to the anomalous genetic registry for subsequent execution, should said complication be confirmed.
Signature of the Genetic Officer: KALIBOS-9, VOR-MEDIK, Head of Medik Sector 1207. Viltrum.
That was the information that entered through Vorath's retinas. He frowned, feeling dissatisfied.
There, under the light of medical corridor 1207, where that sterile white stretched toward infinite, dull ends, of tall dead columns amidst the vastness, trying to reach the sky.
A soldier lacked nuances, there, where even his shadow did not exist — only the imperfection of the perfect was nonexistent.
His robust body levitated simply, looking toward the large transparent window that separated him from the next room.
His strong arms were crossed, each line of his muscles framing itself against the barely perceptible traces of his battle suit, while the three bars adorned on his chest indicated his rank — immaculate, absolute, above class, above category.
One could barely see anything of the suit, that white, immaculate, pure suit, like his lineage. His dark skin, bald, marked by a robust gaze among his facial features, with characteristic facial hair above his upper lip, in honor of the great founder Argal.
The air itself, sterile as it was, lacked any odor. The temperature remained constant at 21.3 degrees, humidity at 34 percent — optimal parameters for the preservation of genetic samples and the recovery of carriers subjected to the extraction process.
Vorath continued observing, ignoring the medical soldier next to him, unperturbed. His eyes could not stop on an insignificant class 20 soldier.
His clothing barely rustled as he dropped his arms to the sides of his body, while his spatial position reorganized itself, resulting in levitating toward the medic who waited for him further ahead.
There, on his chest, only one bar could be seen. He was only a subcommander assigned to this medical sector, but he was the highest-ranking officer in the sector, and out of decorum, the only one able to receive him.
Vorath, though he saw it as unnecessary, decided to grant some courtesy.
"For the glory of Argal, this medic greets the great general." The medic's lips opened solemnly, while his gesture, according to decorum, performed the empire's standard salute.
His gloved right hand closed into a fist and struck the center of his chest, near the right side, where his heart lay. That simple act represented imperial loyalty and hierarchical respect.
"So be his glory, this superior respects you." Vorath returned the salute.
The medic, frowning, looked toward the window, where there were more than 4,000 vital capsules, inhabited by newborns of the species, all of elite class according to their class.
"Your son has just been born, and he already seems to possess good behavior as a warrior," the medic mentioned by chance.
"It seems so to me — unless his alleged defect is confirmed."
"Do not worry, the corresponding tests were carried out and everything indicates that fortunately, your lineage possesses excellent qualities. His speech will remain in perfect condition."
"Excellent." Vorath nodded, while looking at his son.
There, among the countless breeding capsules, most of the children were crying or sleeping, uncomfortable in that strange place, disoriented by the new experiences and lonely sensations around them.
Except for one in particular, who was just looking in their direction. He had not taken his eyes off the infant since Vorath had entered the observation corridor.
An evident miracle on the part of the medics present to discover that this newborn infant had already begun to develop discernment and curiosity.
"His intellectual capacity seems to have developed a few degrees above the other young ones, which is impressive."
"As long as he learns how the empire is defended, that is enough for me."
"Worthy of an elite class. For the glory of Argal, so it shall be. As you can see, he is located in sector alpha, assigned to chamber 15, according to the genetic classification."
The gestation capsule was suspended, in unison with the others, extended in a radial position. They had a cylindrical circumference, wrapped in a translucent material, as if it were sapphire.
A faint light illuminated them from their base in an amber tone that contrasted with the absolute whiteness of the rest of the enclosure. Each unit was connected to a complex system of tubes and cables that rose toward the ceiling, where a central control matrix constantly processed the vital data of the infants inside.
Vorath extended his hand toward the window, in the direction of the capsule where his lineage's capsule was located.
That infant remained suspended in a specialized gel, calibrated not only to simulate the conditions of a Viltrumite uterus, but also to provide the necessary nutrients to maintain the child's life in the highest condition.
In addition, it possessed a powerful artificial intelligence system that allowed basic teaching through ultralow pulses that consolidated learning in an accelerated manner, according to the doctrinal regulations of the empire.
The newborn child, of course, did not emit any sound, and only looked toward Vorath's direction.
The commander maintained his position, his jaw hardened, thinking about the responsibility he would have ahead — to make this creature one more cog for the better functioning of the empire.
Nor did he feel proud, not until he brought out the best of his lineage. His own son was nothing more than a simple addition to the war material resources of Viltrum.