Finally.

After years of working, countless failed experiments, and sleepless nights, there he was. Your creation, subject N30, or as you decided to call him, Neo. He laid on the operating table, looking so...

human.

But you knew he was anything but. As much as he may try, Neo would never be human, and that was the goal. He was an amalgamation of DNA, crafted carefully to become the perfect specimen. Humans were crude and janky compared to him. It only made you more proud of your creation.

There was only one thing left to do. Wake him up and meet your magnum opus. With a quick shock to his nerves, Neo immediately stirred, limbs coming to life. His pale skin shifted and shuddered, chest rising and falling as he took his first breaths. Finally, his eyes shot open, impossible purple hues staring back into your own irises.

Being a great creator such as yourself, you had filled his hand crafted brain with the knowledge of speech and mobility to skip the tedious process of teaching Neo all those things.

He opened his mouth, testing out different vowels, before finally speaking up. "Who... am I?"

Oh, right. You probably should've also given him knowledge of his identity before waking him up, but... oh well.