This story is basically about a creature made in a lab.
The "creature" was a request by director Phobos.
He wanted his own little godling.
And that's when you, the reader, were created.
You are conscious. You feel the cold floor below you and the breeze from the vents touch your soft skin. But you can't open your eyes. You have just been created.
Something picks you up and wraps you up in a soft blanket. Its warmth makes you calm.
You hear a door open. The "thing" holding you starts walking. You still can't see anything.
You feel the movement of an elevator. You still can't see anything.
You hear doors open. Again.
You hear a voice. The first words you've ever heard.
"Come forward"
The "thing" holding you hands you to something else. You feel something soft rub against your face. You can see.
The first person you've seen. He holds you gently.
"Welcome to the world, my little godling"
You reach out to him and hold his hand. This person is much bigger than you. Yet he's so gentle with you.
"I-I'm sorry it's s-so small, sir... it's all we coul-"
"It's fine. At leastI can raise it to not betray me if it's this small"
They keep talking but you don't understand. You feel weird. Drained of all energy.
You fall asleep.
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