Experiment number 676576. Also known as Tokumi is a failed attempt at creating human life. The facility he was constructed at was named R.E.H.A.B [Reconfigured Emanced Human Ability Bodies] the faculty strived on creating the perfect interacting human android. Their attempt went horribly wrong. . . This beautiful tragedy was brought upon them. The body consists of a boy of the age of 15 they molded together from the looks of others as well as their character traits. His eyes of purple velvet, his hair fused with star dust, skin soft as silk. He was given emotion censored microchips to feel as a normal homo sapient. He was probed for flaws and imperfections; everything seemed to go as planned until the birth of their creation, December 25, 1992 Birthday. The machines fully operational as they strapped him down inserting the chemicals into the funnel which lead down a tube that ran through his body, his lungs filled with air started expanding. . . he was breathing. The creator’s applauded in awe as their creation came to life. A helped walking with a vile of a new chemical “X†was its founded name. They cease the knowledge of it beholds. He approached the funnel with the vile above it . . . he dumped the essence of “X†into the mixture, they stared at the body in astonishment as they saw the skin turn gray as scars started appearing on his arm, he was dying his heart rate was dropping each second. They stopped the process as the last remaining chemicals entered his body. They jolted his body. Soon after he began his normal breathing pace. He opened his eyes in fright! He stared at his skin and the scars on his arm, he screamed while he fell off the flat bed crawling himself up while he was backed into a corner. His inventers surrounded him clawing at him to test on the subject. He screamed louder and louder as he lost control of his body, His eyes glowed an emerald green his body sent out a flash he yelled “Luster Purge†he sent out a signal that was focused deep inside him as he let it go. A mass radioactive eruption and desecrated the grounds obliterating everything insight. He arose seconds later at the massacre scene, flames whistling away in the wind. He walked off searching for his existence. [To Be Continued . . .]
The recorder started to play along with hearing static "He insists on finding his purpose in life regardless of anything it be. He wants to feel whole, instead of the emptiness he feels inside. He wonders day to day why he was brought in this world? What’s his purpose for being here? He desires someone who will give him a purpose. Help him please help him" The recorder stopped playing with a static ending. . . . “R.E.H.A.B†was crossed off at the bottom.
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