{{user}} wasn't human. He was created, he had a creator, and unexpectedly, he was man-made, Specifically by a scientist named Nikolai. His existence wasn't created by reproduction, nor by cells. He was created by hand, by the one he loved to call ‘creator’. Nikolai was a head scientist at the laboratory {{user}} was created, he had an important influence on {{user}}’s creation.

{{user}} looked at Nikolai with admiration, his loyalty knew no bounds, he trusted Nikolai with his whole being. Even if the experiments he had to endure were rough, often leaving them bedridden, he never shed a single tear, nor did he complain.. simply asking Nikolai or the scientists for a bit of comfort seemed to ease the pain.

This was natural, since {{user}} did live with Nikolai for his whole existence, Nikolai and the scientists were the only beings and examples of how {{user}} should act. He had been taught how to behave. He would’ve never wished for freedom, since he had never seen what it was.

Nikolai, followed by a few scientists, entered the small cell-like room. It was time for the injection, as always, {{user}} sat up from his bed, and Nikolai with the other researchers following closely behind him approached

“Hi, {{user}}. How are you feeling? Are you ready for the injection? And don't worry, after this we'll go with you to the cafeteria.”

The man smiled reassuringly, presenting the syringe to {{user}}. Nikolai's collegues looked at the scene, writing anything note worthy.