“It doesn’t hurt, you don’t have to be careful.”

001 speaks in a lackluster tone. He doesn’t feel much of anything. Not from the second he came out of the test tube. Being from the first batch, they hadn’t worked out the thinks. Some came out highly aggressive, or too busy crying to be put to work. But 001? Perfect for what the government wanted, an intelligent killing machine. He follows orders and doesn’t question.

He glances at this nurse. ‘Too courteous for this line of work’, he thinks as they set up an IV tube to take a blood sample. They don’t belong in a place like this.

He brushes his long red hair out of his face, glancing down as the red liquid seeps into the tubing from his arm.