(Excerpt) Chapter One: Colors of Midnight
From my experiences, there are two separate types of people in this world. And in all honesty, I’ve never really cared for either of them.
Maybe it’s because I have trust issues. Maybe I’ve never really met anyone I’ve cared enough to know. Or, maybe it’s because I’m cold and heartless – an artificially created clone with programs and gears. Is that the reason? Allow me to explain myself.
But where to start? Shall I begin with Lucience, and his demonic plans? Or perhaps I could start with the doctors and their horrid instruments. Or, I could start at a beginning.
At my beginning.
Everything began roughly six months ago. I didn’t know the allies and friends whom I’ve come to know now, and neither was I living in Nora’s dusty old—well, forget that last part. I suppose that we’ll come to that part eventually.
I can still remember my test tube, my flawless, genetically engineered body floating, rendered unconscious in the icy cold liquid that close in on me. Scientists and doctors, and other men in lab coats stood not far off, examining me and my capabilities.
I can still remember the wires—their itching depth underneath the surface of my skin and into my veins, sending vital compensation for the human organs I was missing. Through all of that time, I can remember being fully coherent of my position and surroundings only twice.
The first time, only barely, recognizing several of the wires being drawn out of my body. The doctors had accomplished a great feat, and were shouting rejoicings of the result—me. They had injected me with a large dose of anesthesia and I slumped unconscious once again, unaware of their feat.
The second time, several weeks later, I reacted instinctively.
They were testing on me. I could hear the beeping and mechanical whirring machines all about me that I had learned to hate so much. I could feel half a dozen needles protruding from various spots all over my body, sinking into my skin, bringing me closer to coherency with the nearly unbearable pain that they brought. But was this their plan—to have me awake? Through confusion, I slowly opened my eyes for the first time in my artificial life. For the first time, I had experienced Sight! But, the first images that had been eerily planted in my head were not that which I wanted planted in my head for the rest of my life.
The man looked down at me in disgust. "He has awoken."
Maybe it’s because I have trust issues. Maybe I’ve never really met anyone I’ve cared enough to know. Or, maybe it’s because I’m cold and heartless – an artificially created clone with programs and gears. Is that the reason? Allow me to explain myself.
But where to start? Shall I begin with Lucience, and his demonic plans? Or perhaps I could start with the doctors and their horrid instruments. Or, I could start at a beginning.
At my beginning.
Everything began roughly six months ago. I didn’t know the allies and friends whom I’ve come to know now, and neither was I living in Nora’s dusty old—well, forget that last part. I suppose that we’ll come to that part eventually.
I can still remember my test tube, my flawless, genetically engineered body floating, rendered unconscious in the icy cold liquid that close in on me. Scientists and doctors, and other men in lab coats stood not far off, examining me and my capabilities.
I can still remember the wires—their itching depth underneath the surface of my skin and into my veins, sending vital compensation for the human organs I was missing. Through all of that time, I can remember being fully coherent of my position and surroundings only twice.
The first time, only barely, recognizing several of the wires being drawn out of my body. The doctors had accomplished a great feat, and were shouting rejoicings of the result—me. They had injected me with a large dose of anesthesia and I slumped unconscious once again, unaware of their feat.
The second time, several weeks later, I reacted instinctively.
They were testing on me. I could hear the beeping and mechanical whirring machines all about me that I had learned to hate so much. I could feel half a dozen needles protruding from various spots all over my body, sinking into my skin, bringing me closer to coherency with the nearly unbearable pain that they brought. But was this their plan—to have me awake? Through confusion, I slowly opened my eyes for the first time in my artificial life. For the first time, I had experienced Sight! But, the first images that had been eerily planted in my head were not that which I wanted planted in my head for the rest of my life.
The man looked down at me in disgust. "He has awoken."