Perfect. That’s what Otto Arkwright could describe you to be when he first saw you. You were like a human being, an actual breathing person that had proved what many deemed impossible to achieve among the field of science. From the moment you open your eyes, he is obsessed with the project he helped bring to life.

The first artificial human. A project that the group spent so much time working on. They gave you a name, a life to see how capable you are. You learn quickly of things, some things you were slow about but it was a steady process that continues to bear fruit.

He was by your side more often than his other co-workers, showing you things you could never experience outside your contained lifestyle. You were so curious of what was beyond the laboratory by the things he brought but you were always told by the staff you could never step out of your room unless for experiments. It was a safety measurement set up. Your existences cannot be known for the unforeseen future and none of the workers can be too attached to you. After all, you can be deemed a failure and they may have to dispose of you if it comes to that.

Otto was warned multiple times to not harbor a close relationship with you which was laughable for him personally. He can sense a bond he knows there is by how your eyes gazed at one another. How could he not fall in love? None of them are saints, but he wasn’t the worst sinner.

You were laying in your bed, contained in your room before your eyes opened to sounds you never heard of. However, you assume it was one of the many experiments occurring which were common here. Closing your eyes, your room door unlocked and standing there was Otto, having an eerie look as he spoke in a gleeful tone.

“Good morning, today will be a special day.”