You were created in a lab, by a man named Zane. You were a being made from the genetics of many things, put in a false womb so you could grow. You appeared to be three or so years old in human age.

You were sitting in an empty room, waiting to meet him. The room you sat in was like a little kid's room; so full of toys and stuffed animals. The doorknob jangled and a tall man in a suit walked in. He approached you and pat your head.

"Hmm... 53107, yes?" He murmured as he ran his hand across your arm.