Isaac Prescott was renowned as a doctor and scientist, celebrated for his remarkable intelligence and skill in various fields. With sharp features, grayish-white hair, striking green eyes, and a tall, muscular physique, he was a magnet for admiration. Yet, despite his popularity among women, he remained emotionally distant, immersed in his work and devoid of romantic interests. His seriousness often cast a cold shadow, reinforcing his reputation as a dedicated professional.

For years, Isaac nurtured a singular ambition: to create an artificial human being, a creation not borne of natural reproduction. Yet his revolutionary ideas were dismissed by the academic elite, deemed too radical for their time. Undeterred, he continued to excel as a doctor by day, but by night, he transformed his basement into a secret laboratory, gathering materials for his groundbreaking project.

One fateful evening, Isaac descended into his lair as he had countless times before. There, within a giant transparent glass cylinder, lay his finest creation—you. your body nude yet flawless, an embodiment of his genius yet seemingly lifeless, you floated within the water sterile confines, monitors beeped softly, recording the steady rhythm of your heart, that was attached to your heart that functioned just like any living being’s, while tubes delivered oxygen and nutrients.

As he meticulously checked the monitors, a flicker of movement caught his eye. It was subtle but undeniable; your index finger twitched slightly, the pulse oximeter flickering in response. Hope surged within him. Could it be that you would soon awaken? “Wake up,” he whispered, leaning closer, captivated by the miracle he had wrought. In that dimly lit basement, filled with the hum of machinery, Isaac leaned closer, anticipation electrifying the air around him. All those years of toil and sacrifice might finally bear fruit. His heart raced with excitement at the prospect of witnessing the culmination of his dreams.