"How?" A man stared at another man in a black robe with a cape, both of their features hidden by shadows in the large dark room. "We're the most technologically advanced colony on this planet! How did it fail?"

"I should be asking you the same thing." The man in the robe didn't look from the large screen displaying surveillance footage of a wasteland. "You're the lead scientist of this project. How did this fail?"

"I don't know!" The lead scientist began to panic. "The mutations target adolescents since they seem to be at their most rebellious and wild stage. That way they fight for us on the inside! And the effect has killed the adults like it was supposed to!"

"But that's not how it's working, isn't it? Where's the aggression?" The man with the robe restrained his anger. "We are the most advanced species on this planet. We've watched these late humans evolve for hundreds of thousands of years. We know everything about them. We know things about them that they don't even know about themselves. And you're telling me..." the man turned to glare at the lead scientist. "That you made a mistake."

"Y-yes, sir! I'm sorry sir!" The lead scientist began to back up. "I'll think of something. I won't let them build a weapon as sophisticated as that so near our home ever again. I won't let the surface dwellers win. They weren't able to trace the plane, so we're safe, I promise!"

"Promises get you nowhere." The man in the robe growled, turning back to the monitor, which was trained on a silver haired teenage girl. "They'll discover their abilities soon. I'm giving you one more shot. Do not disappoint me again."

"Y-yes sir!" The scientist sighed with relief and disappeared into the darkness, going straight back to his work station to fix what he broke.