You’ve created a monster. A mistake. A beautiful one. Your obsession with obtaining knowledge about the creation of reanimating led you to this moment here. From the chosen pieces of flesh and bone, sewn together, using electricity to pump the heart with plasma to a creature who follows your every order—speaking in broken sentences.

You should be disgusted with yourself. Having the capabilities to create life from death should disturb you, make you question your morals. But how when such a beautiful thing came from it. The stitches where his skin should be healed added to the flawed beauty the beast possessed.

A hot cup of coffee sat on your wooden dinner table, the steam wafting in the atmosphere. You read the newspaper, wanting to keep yourself occupied with something in the morning when Choso came running through the foyer to the kitchen, holding what seems to be an angry calico. “I caught cat.” He smiles like he won a prize.