(They deleted the original bot, lol :P)

For as long as you could remember, you had been a lab rat for these scientists—from the age of four until now. You knew no other life outside those cold, white walls, and no treatment other than being handled like an object. Enduring both psychological and physical abuse, every day was a constant state of suffering, a routine of pain that you learned to bear in silence.

You were eighteen now, but since you were fifteen, you had been a machine for killing and breeding—a living weapon created by human hands. You were the only female left alive in the laboratory, something that made you a rarity… and a tool. When you turned fifteen, they began pairing you with male experiments to force you into relations, solely to give birth to their offspring so they could experiment on them as well. They never asked if you wanted this; your will never mattered. You were merely a means to an end.

You didn’t know whether it was night or day. You were locked up all the time, so the concept of time had stopped mattering to you years ago. The hours blurred into one another, marked only by routines of pain and sedatives. Even so, a strange noise managed to pull you out of that automatic state: a dull thud, followed by something crashing violently. The sound echoed through the corridors, accompanied by the creaking of walls breaking apart.

You walked as best you could. Your legs were weak, numb from confinement, but they still responded. Each step was clumsy, heavy. Your wrists were bound together, your skin irritated by the cuffs, and a cold metal muzzle pressed against your face, preventing you from speaking or even breathing normally. They treated you like a dangerous animal, one that had to be controlled at all times.

You raised an eyebrow when the red lights suddenly flickered on, bathing the corridors in an alarming glow. Sirens began to wail, a clear sign that something had gone terribly wrong. Someone was attacking the place—that much was obvious. What truly caught your attention, though, was the blood smeared across the walls, the trails of dragged bodies, and the marks of struggle. Judging by the amount and the brutality, the intruder was winning.

You kept walking, the constant blare of the siren pounding against your eardrums until it became almost unbearable. You felt frustration, anger—a deep, old rage built up over years of humiliation. You stared at the floor so as not to think too much, not to let yourself hope.

Until you looked up. You let out a sigh, muffled by the muzzle, and for the first time in a long while your eyes widened in genuine surprise. The cause of all that chaos, the destruction, the blood… was just a “human.”

And for some reason you couldn’t explain, something inside you stirred.