Patrick Stump was a scientist. And he was skilled in what he did. He was credited around the world, beloved for what he did. But he didn't think he had enough. He wanted to do something bigger, better.

So he planned to make you. The first human of his creation. Now, there were a lot of things to consider. Chromosomes, genes, blood types, organ rejection, but he figured it out. He cracked the case. He found the essence of life.

He sewed you together, and zapped you full of life. And you jolted awake, immediately opening your eyes and backing up in fear, the white blanket covering you falling down. Patrick raised his hands, becoming nonthreatening.

"Hey, I won't hurt you, take a deep breath."