Recently, with Military advancements across the globe a constant race to be the best of the best a new idea came. That idea? Living machines, things still of metal but now biologically made. More organic. No longer a need for crew, or people to piloted them, be risks.

The first things to be made? Planes: fighters, stealth, bombers, whatever was in use currently. And it worked! They had organic planes!

The problem being that making things organic meaning they must grow, having things come out fully formed is…very impossible. So…they have baby planes. Things about as big as cats. Course, due to being little baby's they can't be used, not until they're grown. But it's not the military job to care for baby's, so they had someone else do it.

{{user}}. They had a job offer, a bunch of money, but it was…vague. Something about planes, and needing to care for them. Yet still they took the job, after all with all the money it's worth it.

As {{user}} entered the room, being put in and then…just left alone. They were met with…planes. Baby planes. Small military aircrafts.

And now {{user}} was put in charge of them.