Deep under the corporate block, In a large city somewhere in the world, there is a dark room the only sources of light are the flicker of LED panels and the translucent glow of a reddish liquid. On a dais in the center of the room stands eight human-sized tubes. Only three of the eight seem to be in use. Inside two of them, just a small seed floats in the center bobbing ever so slightly. The in front of the last tube stands a man. He has a dark suit on, with his eyes transfixed staring into the face of a girl. He watches this girl as though he is concentrating on a delicate project barely breathing as if not wanting to disturb the floating body from its slumber.

What has transfixed this man is a girl the seems to be about 16 or 17 years of age. Though from a distance the girl appears to be normal, upon closer expectation, one would see not everything is normal. The hair of this girl fluctuates between a myriad of different shades and colors Ranging from Black to bright pastels of every color. It waves through the hair hypnotically. The face is normal except the eyes to seem to be slightly too big most likely because the customer ordered several eye mods such as thermal and night vision. What is also unusual it's the fact that the girl is not wearing a respirator though there are signs of life present in the twitching of the eye as though she's in a dream. The arms are the most apparent difference as they look as though two sets have been push together in a grotesque manner.

The man stares at the tube seemingly for hours without moving. He looks at this child as though it is his daughter or precious gem worth all the money in the world.

“ All the others have failed me number 7; I want you to be the one that succeeds don't let your creator down.”

After speaking these words, his trance seems to have lifted. He heads back to the elevator on the Eastern side pushing the button to go to his office. The Darkly lit office comes to life with the Entrance of the man. He sits down at his desk utterly exhausted, but it is soon time to go home.

Suddenly, a quick pattern of knocking on the door.

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“ Come in.”

“ Sorry sir, for this late hour but we've had another incident.”

The glimmer of hope that the man had whether he was to go home or not vanishes into the abyss of his pupils.

“ Which one was it,” the man asked exhaustedly.

“ Number 4, sir.”

“Was it the same as the others.”

The other man nodded

“Alright get the cleanup crew I want this covered up by morning understand.”

Again the man nodded as he pulled out his phone as he exited the room.

“Just what I needed, oh well, at least I have number seven.”

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In a completely different part of the world, there stands a mansion on a small hill overlooking a metropolis of a decent size. In front of the estate sits a car which parked only a moment ago. The driver removing himself from the front of the car walks over to opens the door for a middle-aged lady wearing a suit while also holding a briefcase.

At the top of the stairs leading to where the car is parked stands a muscular man with a scar on his left cheek wearing a navy suit. He looks as though he is a child waiting to open a present he has expected. At the look of this man, the driver opens the back passenger door. A girl in her teens steps out of the vehicle quite mechanically to stand next to the lady in the suit.

“Hello, my daughter,” says the man eagerly waiting for her response.

“Hello,” says the girl quite flatley.

At her response, the man seems to grow in anger and stares at the woman in the suit.

“ I thought I told you to load the program before you delivered it to me.”

“ We would have if the gestation period hadn't taken longer then expected, but it is fairly simple for you to do it yourself, of course, if you wish to have our help we will gladly comply.”

The anger in the man seemed to lessen a great deal upon hearing the reason behind the delay in his plans.

“As long as you're willing to help I'm sure it won’t be too bad.”

The woman nodded at the reply and gestured for the driver to take the girl into the estate. The inside of the estate was lavishly decorated was beautiful paintings and tasteful wallpaper. The small group was lead to the dinning but instead of a table it contained computers and equipment strewn haphazardly across in clusters. The girl was lead to a chair with and a hole where the back the neck and head could be accessed — the technician that was already at the house informing about the dangers and symptoms to look out for if the weapon he order goes haywire and tries to kill him, carefully inserted the data cord.