August 1998.

Screams echoed through the dimly lit room. What light there was in the early morning shined glossily off of the polished metal and whitewashed walls. The odor of the place was a mixture of sanitation cleaners, rubber, and the cheep cologne the doctor always wore.

"Push!" Another scream pierced through the air followed shortly by the cries of an infant. "It was successful, Doctor. You have a healthy baby girl." The nurse handed over the newly swaddled child to its proud father and he took her carefully. "Doctor. what about the woman?" Turning to his wife, strapped to the gurney table she had delivered on, he frowned. "Dispose of her."

Those words fell upon the air like a dead weight, sobs sounding shortly after. "John, please, Oh God. John, no. Please, let me have my baby, God, what did you do? John, please. Please let me have her. John!" Merissa tugged at the vinyl straps holding her in place as the nurse prepared a syringe. "John! Please. no. JOHN!"

The doctor turned away and took his daughter over to the window, pulling the dingy white curtains out of the way. He ignored the screams of his wife as the dawning sunlight fell upon the perfect creature he held in his hands. As the golden arc hit her eyes, the baby quieted.

"John, please. John." Merissa's sobs grew softer and farther apart. The drugs in her system quickly raced to her heart and she started going into convulsions, spittle frothing at her mouth as her body jerked about like a rag doll. Her heartbeat leapt and her eyes rolled back into her head before she settled into deathly stillness.

"It is done, Doctor. I will remove the body now and send it down to the lab for testing." Nodding, the doctor turned back to the window then looked back down at the child. Her eyes opened and he nearly dropped her. Staring back at him were two eyes, not unlike his own. Only.

They were the most brilliant shade of violet he had ever seen.

***

September 13. 2001. 6.00. Dr. Jacob Rostlin. 1147. Complaints of not taking proper medication when told to do so. Signs of rebellion against training. Recurrent problem that was handled previously with a different dose of medication.

[Doctor]: Good morning, 1147, I hear you have not been well.

[1147]: No. I want to go outside. I am tired of practicing in that boring room. You promised I would go outside!

[Doctor]: You will, but first, why have you stopped taking your medication? You know that you get upset when you do not.

[1147]: You said I could go outside. I want to go out!

[Indecisive noises]

[Doctor]: If you take your medication, you may go outside.

[1147]: No! I want out now! You said I could!

[Indecisive noises]

[Doctor]: No! 1147! Nurse! I need a sedative. Get back, 1147!. No!.

[Static]

6.15. Rostlin replaced by Torrigon. 1147 taken off medication and put through vigorous training at new adaptations. End.