Bright lights directly pointed at him appears as a mirror showing several robes figures on the other side watch as he comes in.

“So this is the first one.”

A familiar young dwarven man speaks. Next to him, a female human comments.

“Definitely has a white carapace like the origin species.”

“That’s quite obvious you baffon. Do you see any other characteristics?”

“S-sorry, hmm… its mandibles are clearly bigger than what is expected.”

“I see… what are the chances that it is a king candidate?”

An elf with a torn ear responds.

"Incredibly small. The Princess has not been born yet. It is doubtful that a king candidate would show itself out of this batch of eggs.”

  He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. The sight and the voices, could it really be them. He trembled with rage. He recognized them. He recognized their voices, their faces, their very soul itself. These were the scientists who experimented on him and his comrades. Why and how? They perished. They surely did. He even slew the elf himself during their escape. How could she be alive?

“So is it a warrior class then?”

“Very likely, but perhaps it is too early to tell. This is the first successful egg batch we’ve had and we could only speculate their characteristics.”

“That is very true. Very well then. Let us test its abilities.”

Although being thrown around, the newborn was thinking hard. If he was reborn in this facility and even the supposedly dead still walk, that means he wasn’t reincarnated. He was sent back to the past. The realization of this had to wait though. The young dwarf waves his hand and the newborn falls.

  Though the fall wasn’t terrible, it could hurt so he lands on his legs and bends his knees before rolling to his side and getting up.

“What marvelous physical ability and instinct. Is that natural.”

He could hear the dwarf exclaim that behind him while the other scientists clamor along.

“Next we shall have him be tested on his cognitive abilities. Set up the maze.”

As he says this, in front of the newborn appears several walls that were hiding between the seams of the floor.

“Umm… What exactly do they eat again?”

The human asks her fellow scientists before the elf responds.

“Their origin species could eat most meat and vegetables organics so toss those in at the end of the maze.”

  At several different locations, the newborn could hear the whirling of machines. He remembered that the mazes were always different each time, but he went through so many before. He wasn’t terribly hungry, but if he didn’t go for it then he’ll be stuck here until they get bored. Resolved to finish it quickly, he sets off. Using his sense of smell and his antennae to sense the surrounding walls like sonar sensitive to the airflow, he navigated through the maze quickly before reaching a pile of berries and green leaves.

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“What incredible speed and intelligence. Are they all going to be like this?”

The human proclaims before the elf says.

“It’s impossible. There’s no way it could navigate so well. This must be a special case.”

The dwarf laughs before waving his hand.

“Then we shall test it again. Look at it. It doesn’t seem to be interested in the food either.”

The newborn currently stared at the mirror room. To him, he was simply waiting for the next step. To them, this newborn being was acting incredibly intelligent.

“It’s not interested? Then why would it…”

“Perhaps it can understand us.”

“What? There is no way. It was simply just born. It knows nothing of language or speech.”

“What if it doesn’t need either. Perhaps it could tell by our voice tones or something.”

“Unlikely but….”

“Let us test it some more. Set up more mazes.”

   With this the current maze lowered before a new maze appeared. The newborn was to test out three more different mazes before they stopped. The dwarf proclaims to the clamoring scientists around him.

“What incredible abilities. We created something incredible here ladies and gentlemen. Our names will be recorded until the end of time. No longer do the gods have the right to create life.”

He says a few more things but the newborn ignores him. Lying beside him is the final bowl of food. Berries and vegetables lay inside. He takes one of the berries, the size of his small hands, and consumes it. Nibbling along the edges and ripping into the berry’s skin, he quickly finishes it. Running around had made him hungry.

   The elf observing him from the mirror room says.

“It eats like the origin species. I am doubtful of their physical abilities and intelligence.”

The dwarf quickly refutes her.

“What is there to be doubtful of? You’ve seen their capabilities.”

“We’ve seen one of them. It is possible that this is a special case. Perhaps a leader of sorts. Even now we are still learning more about the origin species.”

Taking a deep breath, his fun ruined now, he responds.

“Yes… that is true. Even then, we’ve seen what they can be capable of though. That is impressive itself is it not?”

“Oh you are quite right about that, but I suspect that his siblings will not be up to par.”

“Perhaps.”

As the scientists calm down, the dwarf proceeds with his next test.

“We know of its physical capabilities, but what if it’s social ones?”

The human responds.

“Well we don’t have any other than him right now sir.”

The dwarf looks at her before he sighs.

“I guess we will have to wait then… wait… what do you think it thinks about the Princess.”

“Sir? The Princess hasn’t been born yet.”

“I know that you baffon. What do you think it’ll think about the egg? Take him there. Let him react to it or if he does at all.”

“What if he hurts the egg?”

“True… Well, we can always make more eggs.”

“We can’t make more Princesses. It was total luck that we developed one.”

“I don’t care. We have the resources and with more experiments we can expand our knowledge. If he hurts the egg then send in our security team to deal with him. If the egg is destroyed then we know what not to do next time.”

“But the Princess is important to making more genuine eggs.”

The dwarf walks up to the human before shouting at her.

“I DON’T CARE. MAKE IT HAPPEN. I will not repeat myself. We can always make more eggs. What we don't have is time.”

“Y-y-y-yes sir.”

She hurries off to control the machines. A giant hand extends from beyond the room and takes the newborn away.