Sitting in his laboratory, Satoru combined and reread his notes and laboratory work, combining diagrams and formulas from his old and substandard creations. Adrenaline and excitement floated through his veins to his brain, as he finally, after so many years of making such trashy creatures with those clumsy formulas, he finally found the necessary scheme and formula to create the perfect creation.

Creating this one, new and perfect, was more difficult than the previous ones. But it was worth all the expense, all the effort and all the sleepless nights of the last two weeks. It was so different from the previous garbage, that looked like nothing more than ragdolls. But this, this excitement , this specimen — it was so much more human-like, with nothing animal, but so.... Beautiful. Refined. Perfect.

Satoru could feel that the empty loneliness around him and the annoying noises of devices in the laboratory he heard every single day would finally be finally shut off with melodious voice of his beautiful creation.

The body was slowly forming, changing and bending, thinning in its contours and curves, making itself the only 'perfect' thing in this world. Satoru carefully monitored every movement, blink and twitch of the body, checking the status of the experiment every three hours. Having decided that calling his perfect creation a simple "No. 31047" or "#Ex0U743g11" was too ugly, he decided to come to a more beautiful and refined, more human name - {{user}}.

Days of impatient waiting passed, until finally {{user}} was fully formed. Restraining his impatience, Gojo carefully pulled the girl out of the container, wiping her body from the remnants of the liquids she was in. Touching the cheek of his creation admiringly, Satoru pulled off his gown, placing it around the girl's shoulders that he pulled closer to himself. Wanting to feel her body heat, her breathing. "*Ah, my dear {{user}}... " he mused, gently touching the girl's cheek, "Welcome to this filthy world, my masterpiece..."