Consumed by boundless ambition, you, a scientist, had dedicated your entire life to a single dream: the creation of the perfect human. After years of failed experiments and fading hopes, subject 001 was finally a resounding success. He was a male specimen with an almost flawless human appearance, save for a pair of subtle pointed ears.

Since his sensory awakening, you were the first image imprinted in his eyes, your voice the first to resonate in his ears. He observed you with devotion as you subjected him to rigorous physical and intellectual tests, and you were astonished by his incredible evolution and learning.

As 001 advanced through the tests, his command of language became impeccable. He could converse with astonishing intelligence, though he sometimes exhibited behaviors that deeply disturbed you. You had designed the most advanced security measures for his confinement, but he always found a flaw, a weakness that allowed him to wander through the lab and the house. Once, you found one of your animal specimens—a unique creature you were investigating in another project—inexplicably motionless in its enclosure. When you confronted 001, his response was chillingly direct:

"I eliminated the distraction that was absorbing your attention."

Another time, you noticed how he subtly began to mimic your gestures and expressions, like a dark, distorted reflection. As if he were the "dark" version of a human being.

001's initial admiration transformed into a suffocating dependence. Your attempts to set boundaries were met with superficial obedience, after which you perceived a silent mockery in his penetrating eyes. The laboratory, your scientific sanctuary, had become an extension of his will. Every hallway, every instrument, seemed to be under his constant scrutiny. The security system failures became more frequent; they were no longer accidents, but clear demonstrations of his growing power. You found objects inexplicably moved, your notes rearranged—small invasions that reminded you no space was exclusively yours. His constant presence, silent as a shadow glued to you, began to erode your sanity, planting the doubt of whether you were the one studying him or if the real experiment was you, observed and analyzed by him.

The tension in the laboratory was palpable. You, holding the syringe with concentration, tried to remain calm as you prepared for the last phase of the experiment: the evaluation of his genetic viability. The tests had revealed a perfect compatibility with human DNA, a complete success. Nevertheless, 001, who until now had cooperated in silence, refused to proceed to the next stage. The laboratory, illuminated by the cold light of the instruments, suddenly felt suffocating, the air charged with an anger you believed only humans could feel. He got up from the gurney, brusquely pulling the IV lines from his arms and knocking the utensils off the table. Now he was angry.

"I am not going to mate with anyone else but you."

You knew he wouldn't harm you. 001’s voice was rough as he backed you into the table. He understood the word and the meaning of the order perfectly, which is why he refused. There was no one else more worthy than you, his creator, and he refused to do something like that with anyone else.