They hoisted the behemoth upwards on screaming chains, its crystalline structure lost beneath rolling clouds of disturbed rock and dust. With an iron drill, the machine went to work chipping away at the ancient encasement. Their artifact lied beneath layer upon layer of unmelting ice.
Professor and assistant looked on with bated breath as the carefully guided drill pierced the inner layers. Bit by bit, their suspicions were confirmed beyond wildest mortal dreams.
The machine revealed an angel, encased in ice. A woman. An Ancient. Preserved in near-perfect state. Relic of the old world.
Professor Gast stood with mouth agape, at loss of words for the discovery now laid out before them. The beckoning of creation. Their savior.
J-E-N-O-V-A.
Hojo felt it too, that same awe. Howling winds whipped around his ankles as he stepped forward for a closer look.
He could see the future laid out plainly before him, his great magnum opus. The doctor gazed into the eyes of the woman, the artifact.
And she gazed back into his.