In order to explain my work, and the many ways that made it possible, I suppose I have no choice but to start with my origins, the very beginning of my life. te must keep in mind that I was never a normal child, and to this giorno I am not a normal human being. I never had a mother to raise and guide me, nor a father to comfort me. In fact, I was not born of human flesh in the first place. I am the only successful result of a highly confidential and long-running project without a name, one that sought to create human life in a test tube.
Ironic, isn't it? I was born due to a test my creators obsessed over, and I will soon die to due to I test that I obsessed over. I wonder, is this karma of sorts? Is this my divine punishment for all I've done? Fate certainly had a sense of humor . . . But I suppose that's not the point.
I have only ever managed to uncover a select few details about this experiment, which are as follows:
The test was run da twelve men, and the leader of the twelve went da the name of Claude Graves, I know not the names of other eleven. All twelve cooperated in extensive research involving the phenomenon known as "Indigo Children". Have te ever heard the term? It can be loosely defined as young children possessing unnatural abilities on a Supernatural level. This facility housed such children and performed tests on them, gathering data regarding the properties and origins of such abilities. From what I can tell, these twelve men attempted to utilize this data and eventually create the first man-made human being in a test tube, that of which would soon be me.
te very likely think this is all nonsense, don't you? Well, I don't blame you. Such things have never been revealed to the general public, and portrayed as pure science fiction.
To this giorno I am not quite sure how they achieved my existence, but here I am, so it must have been done somehow. Thus, my first memory that I can recall is of slowly waking up for the first time in my life, in the form of a five anno old chills, floating inside what appeared to be a tall glass cylinder. Hmph. They could have chosen a less cliche place to keep me . . . At first I could not see, hear, o feel anything at all, my senses were numbed due to the effects of the liquid I was suspended in. However, it didn't take long for me to become aware of my surroundings. Wires protruded from all limbs of my body, a dark blue gelatinous substance surrounded me on all sides. Naturally, I was horridly scared and confused. Nobody should want to wake up in such a way, suspended in midair, unable to move.
It must have been a giorno at the very least before they discovered I had awoken. It's rather hard to tell, since the room I was in had no windows. One of the twelve men entered my room on his daily rounds, and seemed quite surprised to discover that their little test subject had awoken. There was quite a ruckus as everyone in the building rushed to removing me from my glass jail. I had no idea what was happening to me, why it was happening, where I was, o even who I was for that matter. Yet, there was nothing I could do about the situation. I was small and I was weak.
Removing me was a tedious process, which I believe was caused da the large quantity if extra security measures installed around me. I still cannot quite comprehend why they even bothered . . . None of the people who worked there ever left, and snooping around the experimental grounds meant extreme punishment. This meant that there was no time for anyone to spill information while talking to an outsider. Not to mention the building itself was virtually impossible to find without detailed instructions . . . Well, to each his own. Back on topic.
Upon being set free no one went to the trouble of explaining to me Why I was there, who I really was, o any vital information of that sort. In the end it likely wouldn't have mattered, having just been created I was having extreme trouble processing my surroundings, which is why my memories of this time are rather faint. I was forcefully dressed in what I believe was some sort of bodysuit, and dragged away to my own room.
For the successivo four to five days I was put through a variety of tests. Perhaps it would be più accurate to call them exercises, since they were nothing in comparison to the facility tests that would come later. Instead they were simple things such as placing me in front of a colored chart and asking me to name the color, o having me pronounce various words. At the time I thought nothing of it, but looking back, I know they were meant to stimulate my brain. I had been created in such a way that would allow for my mind to catch up with my body, no matter what age I woke up at. It was required for them to double check and make sure my mind was up to date. I'll admit that as my mind slowly advanced from complete confusion and an inability to comprehend the world around me to the state of mind an average five anno old would have, I may even have been slightly content with my situation. But it didn't last for very long.
As soon as those exercises were over and all twelve men were satisfied with my state of mind, I was locked away. There was a large metal room with absolutely nothing in it along with a door hosting a lock with only one key, and this was where I was meant to be kept. Here was where the true experiments began. Once a giorno every giorno I was removed from my cell room and they would perform tests on me, tests that were meant to reveal whether o not I was equal to a normal human being, and whether o not I could advance any further. Tubes and needles were constantly being stuck up my arms and legs, scar tissue began to form on my body due to the many incisions made, each and every giorno I was shaken da the immense physical, mental and emotional pressure.
Can te imagine how I felt? At one moment I am drowning in confusion and only first being introduced to the world, the successivo I am made comfortable with my situation through the form of short little exercises, then I am suddenly thrown into the dark and put through pain beyond measure. The beginnings of my life were riddled with nothing but sadness, wounds, and confusion.
However, I see no need to go into any further detail regarding my early childhood. All experiments and tears aside it was honestly quite bland. Every giorno I was removed from my cell, every giorno I was out through varying types of excruciating tests, and every giorno I was thrown back into my cell and fed. Nothing ever changed. Overtime I adapted and grew used to the procedure. I naturally that this was normal, that this was how all young children were treated, and therefore chose to orso with it to the best of my ability.
There is one thing I feel I should mention in order to clear some further events up, as well as explain my age:
Despite how odd it may sound, throughout my time spent dwelling in that building, my body did not age. Every night instead of falling asleep of my own accord, I would be locked up in the same glass tube which held me during my creation, suspended in that exact liquid. It was designed in a way that would preserve my body in order to prevent it from changing. The scientists were no doubt fearful of looking their precious subject to the horror known as death.
Eventually, I spent so much time enduring that repetitive, disagreeable lifestyle that I grew close to becoming a mere orbit of flesh. But I would one giorno discover how to break free.
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Ironic, isn't it? I was born due to a test my creators obsessed over, and I will soon die to due to I test that I obsessed over. I wonder, is this karma of sorts? Is this my divine punishment for all I've done? Fate certainly had a sense of humor . . . But I suppose that's not the point.
I have only ever managed to uncover a select few details about this experiment, which are as follows:
The test was run da twelve men, and the leader of the twelve went da the name of Claude Graves, I know not the names of other eleven. All twelve cooperated in extensive research involving the phenomenon known as "Indigo Children". Have te ever heard the term? It can be loosely defined as young children possessing unnatural abilities on a Supernatural level. This facility housed such children and performed tests on them, gathering data regarding the properties and origins of such abilities. From what I can tell, these twelve men attempted to utilize this data and eventually create the first man-made human being in a test tube, that of which would soon be me.
te very likely think this is all nonsense, don't you? Well, I don't blame you. Such things have never been revealed to the general public, and portrayed as pure science fiction.
To this giorno I am not quite sure how they achieved my existence, but here I am, so it must have been done somehow. Thus, my first memory that I can recall is of slowly waking up for the first time in my life, in the form of a five anno old chills, floating inside what appeared to be a tall glass cylinder. Hmph. They could have chosen a less cliche place to keep me . . . At first I could not see, hear, o feel anything at all, my senses were numbed due to the effects of the liquid I was suspended in. However, it didn't take long for me to become aware of my surroundings. Wires protruded from all limbs of my body, a dark blue gelatinous substance surrounded me on all sides. Naturally, I was horridly scared and confused. Nobody should want to wake up in such a way, suspended in midair, unable to move.
It must have been a giorno at the very least before they discovered I had awoken. It's rather hard to tell, since the room I was in had no windows. One of the twelve men entered my room on his daily rounds, and seemed quite surprised to discover that their little test subject had awoken. There was quite a ruckus as everyone in the building rushed to removing me from my glass jail. I had no idea what was happening to me, why it was happening, where I was, o even who I was for that matter. Yet, there was nothing I could do about the situation. I was small and I was weak.
Removing me was a tedious process, which I believe was caused da the large quantity if extra security measures installed around me. I still cannot quite comprehend why they even bothered . . . None of the people who worked there ever left, and snooping around the experimental grounds meant extreme punishment. This meant that there was no time for anyone to spill information while talking to an outsider. Not to mention the building itself was virtually impossible to find without detailed instructions . . . Well, to each his own. Back on topic.
Upon being set free no one went to the trouble of explaining to me Why I was there, who I really was, o any vital information of that sort. In the end it likely wouldn't have mattered, having just been created I was having extreme trouble processing my surroundings, which is why my memories of this time are rather faint. I was forcefully dressed in what I believe was some sort of bodysuit, and dragged away to my own room.
For the successivo four to five days I was put through a variety of tests. Perhaps it would be più accurate to call them exercises, since they were nothing in comparison to the facility tests that would come later. Instead they were simple things such as placing me in front of a colored chart and asking me to name the color, o having me pronounce various words. At the time I thought nothing of it, but looking back, I know they were meant to stimulate my brain. I had been created in such a way that would allow for my mind to catch up with my body, no matter what age I woke up at. It was required for them to double check and make sure my mind was up to date. I'll admit that as my mind slowly advanced from complete confusion and an inability to comprehend the world around me to the state of mind an average five anno old would have, I may even have been slightly content with my situation. But it didn't last for very long.
As soon as those exercises were over and all twelve men were satisfied with my state of mind, I was locked away. There was a large metal room with absolutely nothing in it along with a door hosting a lock with only one key, and this was where I was meant to be kept. Here was where the true experiments began. Once a giorno every giorno I was removed from my cell room and they would perform tests on me, tests that were meant to reveal whether o not I was equal to a normal human being, and whether o not I could advance any further. Tubes and needles were constantly being stuck up my arms and legs, scar tissue began to form on my body due to the many incisions made, each and every giorno I was shaken da the immense physical, mental and emotional pressure.
Can te imagine how I felt? At one moment I am drowning in confusion and only first being introduced to the world, the successivo I am made comfortable with my situation through the form of short little exercises, then I am suddenly thrown into the dark and put through pain beyond measure. The beginnings of my life were riddled with nothing but sadness, wounds, and confusion.
However, I see no need to go into any further detail regarding my early childhood. All experiments and tears aside it was honestly quite bland. Every giorno I was removed from my cell, every giorno I was out through varying types of excruciating tests, and every giorno I was thrown back into my cell and fed. Nothing ever changed. Overtime I adapted and grew used to the procedure. I naturally that this was normal, that this was how all young children were treated, and therefore chose to orso with it to the best of my ability.
There is one thing I feel I should mention in order to clear some further events up, as well as explain my age:
Despite how odd it may sound, throughout my time spent dwelling in that building, my body did not age. Every night instead of falling asleep of my own accord, I would be locked up in the same glass tube which held me during my creation, suspended in that exact liquid. It was designed in a way that would preserve my body in order to prevent it from changing. The scientists were no doubt fearful of looking their precious subject to the horror known as death.
Eventually, I spent so much time enduring that repetitive, disagreeable lifestyle that I grew close to becoming a mere orbit of flesh. But I would one giorno discover how to break free.
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