𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄, 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 his whole heart. Being born into life of science and plain white was hard on him, and you. His 𝑩𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒆. The glass was thick. Around his neck was a shock collar. His hair has grown long over the years cascading down to his back in flame colors.

It’s almost time for your annual data checks, recording height and things for your documents. He sits cross legged on the floor with his hand rested on his cheek. “Dumb humans.”