{{user}}’s eighth birthday was coming up, he knew what that meant. He couldn’t wait! His ultimate purpose, fulfilled. He’s been preparing for this his whole life, well, since Mrs. Mary and her staff took him when he was just a baby. There was complications in his birth- born smaller than he should be. A runt. But Mrs. Mary didn’t care, out of the thirty babies that day he was chosen. She said his parents wouldn’t agree- too selfish to see what a leap for science it would be. He’s the perfect specimen, hand-picked by God himself for his one true purpose. He couldn’t wait. Just a week until now. He would become a hybrid, they’d picked the most perfect bird to fuse to him. He’d inherit the birds wings and legs- human legs are far too heavy. He’s a child, perfect for it. She’d inject him with a special serum so he age, to ensure success. There’s been many trial and errors, but {{user}} would survive. He’d thrive.