“Perfection”

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They were happy. Something should have been suspected. When the human race was fully pleased with their creations, something must have gone wrong.

The human race is not perfect. It never was nor ever will be. People will always hate, always hunger for more and create pain. It is because of the natural human genome that an experiment was conducted. An experiment to create the perfect being. A race that could do what would take thousands, maybe millions of years of natural evolution, the humans accomplished in mere months. They created the Synthos.

The Synthos were modeled after the human race, genes twisted and spliced to isolate and destroy all imperfections. These unnaturally created beings were the perfect tool, a perfect sacrifice. Radiation leakage? Send in a Syntho. If it dies, another one can be created in its place. They aren’t real living things, they won’t mind.

Synthos are nothing; meaningless, mindless beings created to serve the humans with their genetic perfection. Beings made to do what the selfish meat-bags were too lazy to do themselves. Humans no longer built buildings themselves, fixed the sewers, paved roads, purified fuel, or cleansed space shuttles. All they had to do now was sit at their comfortable offices and do paperwork and order their slaves around.

The humans were gods unto themselves.

The perfection of the test subjects was passed onto the next generation of humans. Beings of their own kind were becoming advanced, making us obsolete.

We became merely a shadow of the new generation. We could do just as much as they, but failed to be human. We were not considered living, we were disposable. To them, we were just emotionless shells to do their bidding.

I don’t remember the first rebellion, I hadn’t been created then, but Shai was. He said that a whole platoon revolted, destroying New New York City entirely. For their defiance, all Synthos created thereon had their lifespan halved, a chip implanted in our brains to kill us if we disobeyed. We were becoming troublesome.

When Earth’s population expanded beyond its limits, space exploration was taken up. But as the saying goes, curiosity killed the Synthos. When the first exploration beyond our solar system commenced, thousands of Synthos were sacrificed for the war against the war-force that was the Craydons. Earth was doomed to lose.

I was there. I was part of the first battle. A virus was injected, and spread through the identical DNA of our race, killing all but me and my comrade. Our genetic diversity, our mutation, ultimately saved our lives but triggered events that would later destroy the Earth.

From the day of the virus, Synthos were discontinued. A mutation in DNA would endanger the humans’ hold on us. It already had. The two of us remaining had our own thoughts, felt emotion. As I speak now, saline, supposedly foreign to my kind, trickles down my face at my newly appointed mission.

Without their army, Earth was vulnerable. No gun created could penetrate the dense alien material of our foes’ armor. This drove the humans to try and bend dark matter, to control time and space itself.

They took him for their experiment, almost the last of our kind. He was all I had left. I witnessed the experimentation, the pain he went through. They bent his DNA, fused it with the darkness itself to create the ultimate weapon.

It worked.

As the last Syntho in existence, it is my job to kill him. Shai, my best friend, traitor and destroyer Earth, master of the dark, is to be killed by my hand.

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A/N: This is a prequel to my other oneshot "Dark Love"

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