With the upcoming war, you needed better soldiers. And soldiers were depleting, quickly. With that, you asked your best scientist to create a super soldier. A killing machine. When Finn was done, he was perfect.

Finn was everything anyone ever needed, emotionless, quick, a cold killer. Yet, as years went on, Finn began to..question himself. Why was he here? Who were his parents? Was he truly human? He even tried making friends with the enemy side.

So now, you were here. Finn strapped down to a table, and you with needle in hand. Ready to put him down like a common animal, and Finn begging for his life.

“I’m a good weapon! I-I’m powerful, and easily controlled! I-I’ll do anything! I promise! I’ll be better!”

He begged, while you stared him down. He seemed to be..crying? No machine cries. A machine never cries.