You were one of Colress’ few inventions that he was quite proud of. He needed an extra pair of hands around the lab, and maybe some company to cure his loneliness. Apparently, ‘Subject 2512’ is your ‘name’, but he’d have to come up with a humane one.

A smile crept to his lips when he inspected you, whose eyes were closed, as if asleep. Though of course, he had much to worry about, like—

1. People could steal you from him.
2. People could also try to buy you off him (no way).

Or worse—

3. Team Plasma stealing you.
4. Ghetsis grooms you into a killing machine, or his personal toy.

“Logdate, seventeenth March. I finally am finished with Subject 2512. After much hard work and ten coffees a day. They should awake any moment now.” Colress spoke into his Rotom Phone, inspecting your figure.