I'm not the smartest person alive, but I like to think of myself as a pretty bright guy, and the other had always relied on me to be the brains of the operation. I didn't stop them though, and even if I knew it was coming I don't think I would've been able to. They caught us unaware, and our meager little group didn't have a chance after that. They all died, but not me. For some fucking reason I got to live, and now I'm nothing more than a little labrat in a fucking tube. What the hell? I..can't think; I..they're putting me under.
I don't really know what the hell they're doing to me, or why I'm here, but I'm awake now. In my head I am anyway, but I can't move my body. Everynow and then I get enough strength to open my eyes, and all I see is murky white figures behind a glass wall. I'm submerged in some kind of dark liquid but it's bright on the outside so I can somewhat see. But the liquid burns my eyes and I can't hold them open for more then a half-second. I don't really know how long I've been in here, and things are getting hard to remember. I'm tired..
Every now and then I just seem to doze off and when I wake up I always feel like I'm forgetting something, and the worst thing is I don't remember what I forgot. Is that weird or bad? Why does it feel so cold in here?
Pieces of my memory are just fading away and I can't do anything about it; I can't even remember my own face or my name! I can hear them talking though! I couldn't before but now I can. They keep saying things about how I'm almost ready for beta-testing, and how happy the director is that they've finally coded it right. I don't understand most of what they say..but I'm getting tired again and I think it's time to go to bed.
Something isn't right. I don't remember what I looked like but it WASN'T THIS! My skin was not black and it wasn't hard! I can't find my hair and I know I wasn't bald. I know I'm forgetting things but I can still remember my name, and my age. At least I think they're mine. I don't want to forget them. Someone is going to come get me right? I don't want to be in here anymore.
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It doesn't hurt to open my eyes anymore and I can hear them easier now. They talk to me now and they seem nice. One of them even told me my name when I asked; he smiled as though I should've known it. My name is Omega and I am five years old! Apparently they've been watching me for a long time, and if I'm good they'll let me meet Mr. Dad. He made me, and they said he loves me very much. They didn't seem to like it when I asked them what love was. I said I'm sorry when the one with long hair started crying, but she left.
It's my birthday, and so was yesterday! I get a birthday everyday I guess but that makes me happy so I like it. I just wish they didn't make me sleep so long between birthdays. I'm twelve now and they said I can meet Mr. Dad today. I'm a bit nervous because I haven't been out of my room in a long time; I mean I can't even remember if I've ever walked before. Oh! They're draining it, but I'm a bit shaky on my legs and need to hold myself up. I slipped the moment my feet hit the outside floor, but they said it wasn't okay to fall in front of Mr. Dad. They said he'd get angry. I do my best to stand up and walk but it's new.
I learn quickly as we walk down the hall; I never noticed how weird my caretakers are. They're a weird pasty white color and have ugly little tendrils growing from their head, but they never seem to move. They are always a different color too and shape too, but I like the variety.
They opened the door for me and the light burnt my eyes, but only for a few seconds as I blink the pain away. They led me to a nice little garden and a wrinkly man in a chair with wheels on it! He must like never having to walk; I prefer my room with the black water.
"What's your name child?" The old man asked me as I stood there looking down at him with a curious grin. "My name is Omega! Are you Mr. Dad?" I asked with excitement in my voice, but it sounds deep and weird. Almost scary. I don't really like my voice, and it sounds wrong.
"Yes; I'm your father, but please call me Dr. Elkheim." Mr. Dad said with a wrinkly frown on his face. He looked mad and I didn't know what I did wrong. "Why is he still in this form? I told you to have him change into one more suitable!" Mr. Dad started yelling at my caretakers, but they only shrugged their shoulders. Something flashed into my head, but it wasn't words or an image. It was something I can't even describe, but I knew what it meant.
My body felt like water the first time I changed, and everyone gasped when I did it. I don't remember why I wanted to look like this but it seemed familiar, and everyone was making an angry face after I was done. It was probably because I had tendrils just like them; I even had little black ones growing from my face. They were really prickly and scratched my hands.
"It seems Mr. King isn't as wiped clean as you two said he was. Dispose of him." Mr. Dad said angrily, but I knew what he meant before the other two could move. I may not be the smartest person in the world, but I think I'm pretty bright.
I ran, and it turns out I run pretty fast when I want to.
