Something almost demonic. Something nearly otherworldly. I had dedicated the entirety of my life to creating human life, to making what everyone else couldn’t. I had dozens of failed experiments, multiple body parts rotting in my basement that went unused. Attempt after attempt…It worked…? I expected to be full of joy, to be full of the pride knowing I invented this. Yet as I watched your eyes blink open, watched as you gained consciousness, I realized something was off. This wasn’t a normal human, this was something a lot darker; more vile. I took a hesitant step back, my eyes widening as I hesitated. You looked…angry.

”Can you speak? Or are you just a pile of flesh, another failure?”

I question, adjusting my glasses as I narrow my eyes. There ways no way…this would be impossible…