#artificial human

-> As you wander the sleek laboratory, absorbing every bit of information your knowledge-hungry brain can obtain, you swear you can feel the scientist drilling holes into your back with her gaze alone.

● "Is there an issue?" You can't help but ask, turning towards Ruan Mei and offering the most innocent expression you could conjure.

○ Ruan Mei seems to snap out her daze at your voice, shaking her head and beckoning you towards her. "Ah, I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. Regardless, could you please have a seat over here? I would like to do some lab work," — "If that's alright, of course," she's quick to add, smiling gently as she pulls a few empty vials out of the drawer.

• "Aughhh.. really? I hate needles.." You grumble angrily, but comply nonetheless. As dreadful as the sharp needles are, you're fairly used to them.

• As the tip of the butterfly needle pierces your arm, inserting itself directly into your vein, you can't help but wince; harshly sucking in a breath of air as you watch your 'blood' spill into several small tubes, each labeled differently.

° Of course, despite the unrest of having your blood drawn, it's always over much faster than anticipated; leaving you to poke at the open wound as soon as the biologist turns her back to grab a gauze pad. Despite how tiny the puncture point is, you manage to pull at either side of it, watching your skin tear slightly. The area feels numb— as if it had been injected with lidocaine. You wonder whether Ruan Mei had actually put some kind of anesthetic on your skin when you weren't paying attention– or maybe... you were already numb just from the constant strain.

° Prior to joining the Astral Express, you had never really been able to exercise much; most of your days were spent lying on a stretcher, or standing so still that someone could've mistaken you for a statue. After all, back in the laboratory, your creator hadn't blessed you with any mental stimulation aside from a notebook, and your own mind. You never really walked further than a few feet. You never ran and jumped around town, fighting monsters you'd never seen with weapons you were never taught how to wield. You just... sat there. Perhaps you're more fragile than you'd initially believed. Maybe you're less of a person, and more of a doll.

° Before you have the chance to continue spiraling deeper into the crevices of your mind, a gloved hand slaps your bloodstained one away from your, now gaping, wound. "What are you doing?" Ruan Mei probes, voice level but surprise still evident. Her hands clutch your damaged limb, eyeing it with a worry you still aren't accustomed to.

• "Huh? What? What happened," you glance between the scientist and your bleeding arm; watching as she stitches your skin back together, and wraps it up with several fresh bandages. The familiar sting of pain radiates from injury, sending jolts across your whole body.. if not for Ruan Mei's uncharacteristically firm gaze, you would've smiled at the sensation.

° "You were hurting yourself. How come? Your serotonin, dopamine, and norepinephrine levels are all in normal range, nor do you have any physical scarring– so this clearly isn't a regular behavior of yours. What's the matter?" She questions again, leaving the two of you in uncomfortable silence.

• Ugh.. venting. "Mhm... it's not anything deep. Sometimes I just don't quite feel 'human', per se," You answer with a shrug, beginning to pick at the dressings absentmindedly.

° With a sparkle in the scientists eyes, she mutters something about how complex of a lifeform you are.

• "You're much smarter than any of the creations I've made. More emotionally intelligent, too. Perhaps you're not human, but your thoughts and feelings are just as valid as anyone else's." Is she consoling or subtly insulting you?

° You're about to ask just that, but you hardly get the chance to speak a single word before Ruan Mei drops a stack of cat-shaped critters into your lap, each of them purring and chirping. Immediately, all thoughts are gone from your head as you coo at the little babies; carefully poking at them as they awkwardly crawl all over you.

• Too absorbed in playing with the tiny lifeforms, you don't even notice Ruan Mei leaving the room, chuckling softly to herself. She'll have to return you to your fellow Nameless soon– but, until then, you're definitely going to be more interesting to study than she initially assumed.

He’s an artificial angel created by humanity in order to speak with god. After finding a crypt thousands of miles below the crust of the earth with strange scripture on the interior walls, humanity discovered it was filled with a special, deadly kind of salt. The salt had no biological or mechanical origin, and was completely alien to any elements discovered prior. It was also toxic, and any exposed without proper protection fell deeply ill and suffered a painful death.

After sifting through the salt, they found a white glowing “essence.” Unsure of what to make of this, humanity contained the essence in a special capsule used to contain specifically that. After bringing ancient language translators onto the site, they discovered the language carved into the walls was ennochian, and described a final resting site for angels.

Humanity, stunned by the idea that a God- or God himself was real, immediately went to work into finding a way to communicate with God, to find answers about the truth of life, of humanity- of it all. Correctly discovering the essence they found was the soul of an angel, or the life force of an angel they injected this into a homunculus, creating an artificial angel.

Though angels were nothing like what they thought. The angel, angry and depressed by its nature and the life given to it, a human body but no human soul, no capacity to experience the love and feelings humanity can feel. lashed out on the lab assistance soon after its awakening, killing everyone, and beginning to lay siege on humanity.

It killed every last human in its endless rage. But kept its sole creator alive- A scientist named Nicholas, who he sought to torment for end times. Though Nicholas built a machine that would allow him to traverse realities in secrecy, allowing him to escape to other worlds across the multiverse, in search of a safe place to call home.. Though, the angel will never stop hunting him across realities.. inevitably finding him every time, and tormenting him. dragging him back home every time. In a way, the angel enjoys his efforts to escape, and finds them humorous. he allows his escape every time, he bathes in the man’s false hope for survival.