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for dust thou art and unto dust shalt thou return.
genesis 3:19
for dust thou art and unto dust shalt thou return.
one of the very first words he has ever heard. darkness is one of the very first sights he has ever seen. there was a certain sensation he felt when he learned he could move, certain parts that are connected to him he doesn’t know yet but is aware that it’s there.
he doesn’t know anything at all. he couldn’t even question himself who he is or where he is for he has not possessed the ability of cogitation. all he knows is that he’s here, a part of him swishing through as if trying to sense whatever’s in front of him.
then he gains the ability to see.
his eyes hurt from the light. he doesn’t know why it harms whatever things made him see it, the first thing he did was turn himself away from the light.
as he attempts to adjust his sight to this new sensation, he hears the same voice he heard from earlier. “test subject a-132 has awakened. vital signs denote stability. test subject a-132 displays senses of sight and touch, whether he possesses the senses of hearing and smell is unknown.” he turns his head again and catches sight of a figure before him. the figure possesses the same parts as he, but he notices right away that they don’t look the same.
the figure immediately drains the serum around him and exposes him to view, rushing over to him. the figure immediately asks him: “can you hear me?” he only stares at the figure for quite some time before something rises on his throat.
“who am i?”
the figure appeared to be frozen, widened eyes gawking right back at him, mouth parted. this made him raise his arm, about to reach for the figure’s face until she stood up, hands clasped together.
“voice recognition and communication capability at birth?”
he blinks, looking up at the figure. he realizes that they were never the same and never will be. the figure is much taller, longer parts, and the thing at the top of her head is much longer than his.
“test subject a-132…?” he carefully repeats what the figure has said, the weird feeling on his throat that rises and drops. something about hearing his own self made him even more confused.
the figure looks down on him once more. “is that who i am?”
“test subject a-132 appears to grasp cognition and awareness. all vital signs are normal. test subject a-132 is quite peculiar contrary to his other siblings. he wishes to know who he is.” the figure spoke, mostly to herself.
the figure then crosses her arms, her attention now on a device that emits countless tabs and unknown ciphers and symbols. “has he really become aware enough to acknowledge and question his existence?”
he opens his mouth and reaches out his arm once again, to hold her arm. the figure notices and smiles at him.
“i will grant you a name if you pass my trials.” he felt warm, giving him the urge to do something. and he does it. he jumps and jumps, making his excitement known.
the figure kneeled down and embraced him. “you are the start of something completely out of this world," her embrace tightens as she caresses his hair. “you are special.” the word special caught his attention the most. it sounded… warm. sounded gentle. sounded like the same type of happiness as he had felt.
he was special.
primordial human project confidential files:
subject test a-132 is born. all data show his state as of now is normal. in the past models, i’ve used the ‘genes’ of the previous model, subject a-100 who was swallowed up by subject test b-100.
but at the moment of their birth, they would either melt away or diminish themselves back to dust. some have survived but failed to possess the same elements subject test a-132 has inherited from subject test a-100.
those who have survived are now experiencing side effects that will eventually lead them to their deaths. i shall investigate this matter and observe whether they need the essentials to continue living for subject a-132’s trials.
while in this experiment with subject a-132, i used a certain material i have found in a domain with alice some time ago. the material appeared to be that of a glowing purple box. a voice spoke to us and said: “rhinedottir, i have been observing you for some time now. take this box and make a heart out of it for your next experiment.”
up to this day, i never knew who possessed that voice. it surely won’t be celestia itself. was it some other god i never knew of? i never knew gods myself.
however, what i have noticed during my experiments, is that of all of the subjects involved in the primordial human project, their physical form retains a somewhat young adult figure.
will their physical forms continue to grow? that i am unsure of.
end of record.
rhinedottir closes her notes and lets out a pained sigh. she will have to make sure he will keep up with her trials or else everything will threaten his life.