[EDIT: I just added a new paragraph, I'm taking advantage of Elita to give Nalia her name.]
Never once did I consider that there could possibly be a life outside that metal room, never once did I believe that there were any other children residing in the world besides myself. Then again, Ты wouldn't either if your entire life had been spent within the same set of hallways, put through the same set of tests each and every day, with only a set of twelve men in lab coats to keep Ты company.
My first realization came about after I had spent around six years I'm that facility. While my body had not grown in the slightest my mind had become increasingly sharper, which allowed the scientists еще room to improve upon me. At this point I was nearly a complete robot. I did whatever I was told, I Отправлено to all that was done to me, I was no longer capable of thinking for myself. Not only were my tests slowly increasing in intensity level, but I was being made to perform complicated tasks and actions that would have been impossible for any normal human to achieve. Soon the time would come when my existence would be revealed to the public, the my creators would be дана the credit they felt they deserved. Bastards . . . I don't believe torturing a young child is anything to be proud of. However, my life took a different course when I met the girl.
I first caught sight of her after being sent down an entirely new hallways in order to have a new test performed. Afterwards I was standing out in the hall with a scientists hand grasping my elbow, listening to them discuss the results, waiting for my orders, when I heard I shuffling noise, followed by a short, high-pitched cry. Upon turning around I saw a sight that should have been normal for a building such as this, but was quite unnatural in my eyes: One of the twelve men was forcing a child down the hall across from my own. A young girl who couldn't have been any older than six или seven. She was putting up a tremendous fight, I can recall some small thought in the back of my mind at that moment thinking she was rather Храбрая сердцем to struggle that way. I stood and watched them go, and she was shoved into some distant room before both of them disappeared from sight.
Somehow, that one small event sparked a feeling that hadn't entered my sluggish robotic mind in years: A feeling of curiosity. And that curious feeling slowly sent a chain reaction of vague thoughts through my mind as I was led away for yet another test. I had just seen a girl . . . A girl who seemed . . . No bigger than I . . . In the same building. Up until then it had never occupied to me that there might be such a thing as other children living somewhere in the world, and yet here was the proof that I was not alone. That feeling haunted me for the remainder of that day, even though I did nothing to Показать it.
I did not catch sight of that girl again for a few days или so. Due to my state of mind it didn't take long for that tiny yet magnificent change in mindset to fade away. For three days еще everything remained the same. I was removed. I was tested on, and I slept in my tube. Ты can only imagine my surprise when on the fourth день I was thrown back into my cell, like usual, only to discover another girl was sharing my cell that day. There she was, curled up in the corner sobbing into her knees.
I was completely nonplussed. Seeing her from a distance had been one thing, but to find her sitting only ten feet away sent my young brain into a state of complete confusion. I must have good there for at least ten минуты in complete silence before she finally glanced up and noticed my presence. I still clearly remember the relieved look on her face as she lay eyes on me, and simply began to talk. To talk about how relieved she was that someone else was here, to wonder out loud about what on earth they were going to do to her, and to ask me a million Вопросы that I never got the chance to answer.
At some point I must have sat down out of pure perplexity at how energetic she seemed, and just at the fact there was another human creature speaking to me as if I was a friend, for at that point my memory skips to my sitting down and listening to her quite intently. It was rather hard for me to keep up with her rambling, but I did pick up this much from that first conversation we shared: The girl's name was Elita, and she had recently been picked up from a building housing an organization known as the Yakaruza. The scientists here had apparently arrived at Болталка and demanded a child to use for their own means. She never gave me any details about this organization, but there was no need, for I would discover them for myself in due time.
I never once сказал(-а) a word to her, no matter how she tried to force me into talking, for I had long назад Остаться в живых the will to Converse of my own accord long ago. So, it was only through her one-sided conversations that I somehow gained a friend to assist me in living out my lonely existence. Something had changed in my daily schedule. The tests remained the same, the twelve doctors remained in their places. But every time I was tossed back into my from for the day, this new girl Elita would be waiting for me, and she would always have created something new to talk about.
And it was she who first introduced me to the outside. Even if I could not answer her in words, my eager eyes were what showed her that I found her intriguing. After relating to me every single one of tests she'd been through that day, she would turn to telling me about the earth I'd never encountered before. She must have picked up on the fact that I had spent my entire life there, and felt the need to reveal to me what was out there. She spoke of endless skies colored blue, of vast fields in shades of green, of Цветы and Животные and many glorious things I had never learned of before. These conversations were what kept me alive, what helped me to slowly develop a personality of my own, and what eventually implanted a deep want of freedom within me.
In fact, this girl was the one who bestowed upon me my name. During one of our conversations she mentioned that she had a little sister about a год younger than she by the name of Nalia, whom she'd been forced to leave behind. Upon asking me my own name she did not receive an answer since, as stated above, my speaking capabilities were hindered by my own mind, as well as the fact that I had never been дана a namw Thus, most likely as a form of comfort for herself, she proceeded to begin calling me Nalia. Subconsciously that is how I began to refer to myself, and it is the identity I have used ever since.
I must take the time to thank you, Elita. Our time together was short, and our relationship was a sudden one, but that relationship was what led me to break free of that building. If it had not been for Ты than I may never have known what it was like to feel, and I would never have made it to where I am now. I will never forget you, and the despair that was instilled in me when Ты disappeared will likely never leave me.
Elita and I had only known each other for around five months when she suddenly . . . Disappeared. I walked into my room one день after a test and she was no longer there. She wasn't sitting in her usual corner to greet me and fill me with hope once more. On the contrary, she was nowhere to be found. I was baffled, and the sudden change in routine shook me. In the end I assumed that she was simply being held back and would come again tomorrow, and went about my daily routine of sitting alone and being out to sleep. It wasn't until the same process obscured for four days straight afterwards that I became worried.
It didn't take long for me to uncover the truth. I was in the middle of an experiment, one that seemed especially painful with the worries flashing through my mind, when an announcement came over the loudspeaker. An announcement demanding all twelve doctors to meet in a nearby conference room, and to for one of them to "Bring the girl with you." There wasn't much еще to it. My test was immediately stopped and the scientist supervising me took me by the arm and led me away. We eventually ended up in the aforementioned conference room, where I was shoved into the corner room and ignored while the twelve if them began to discuss something that seemed extremely serious.
The absence of Elita was already causing my robotic nature to resurface, so at first I chose to ignore them and sink into a type of silent stupor. But my brain did manage to make out a few sentences that registered some interest in the back of my mind. Snippets such as "Too much independence . . . Loose information . . . The girl was a bad influence . . . Rid of her easily . . ."
Those small bits caused something to click. A girl? A Girl who had an influence? Were they talking about Elita? If so, what did they know about her? Information? Loose information? Had she done something wrong? They сказал(-а) they had been rid of her easily . . .
Had they killed my friend?
Tuning in further while concealing the fact that I could hear every word they сказал(-а) confirmed my fears. It seemed that Elita, who was originally dragged in to serve as a side project encouraged by my success, had gotten herself into some trouble. Having been дана far less security than I, she had somehow accessed an open computer of theirs out of pure curiosity. Information had been leaked from the building, and if they didn't relocate the project soon trouble would arise. On вверх of that, they had noticed the effect she'd had upon my personality even though I had done my best to hide it. I was no longer the submissive child I used to be. I had started resisting, searching for ways to break free. Thus, to make things easier, they had murdered her. Made a clean job if it and thrown her corpse away.
This realisation slowly built up an emotion I had never felt before in my life: anger. No, anger is an understatement, as well as quite a boring word. It was rage. A rage that bordered on delirium, a sensation I will never quite forget. My friend. My one and on my childhood friend, they had murdered an innocent child because she made me smile, she made me happy. I loved her. But now I would never see her again. I remember the trembling in my hands as one distinct thought traveled through my brain: "I'll kill you."
Me memory of what may have happened directly after that moment is nothing but black. It returns at a moment when I finally came to my senses, feeling dizzy, as if I would vomit. My mind was spinning, I could only barely make sense of my surroundings. It took me over a минута to realize that I was standing over what appeared to be a body, and that there was a sticky substance covering my hands.
Dead. As my vision came completely into focus I found all twelve of those scientists sprawled on either the floor или the nearby conference table. Deep gashes and gory holes had been ripped out of their throats, and for few, their eyes. Judging from their positions, they must have out up a terrible fight. The whole situation felt surreal. And as my head gradually shriveled downward to inspect my own body, I saw not only the deep claw marks on my limbs, but the crimson blood spattering my clothing. They were dead. And I had murdered them.
And yet, I was not afraid. On the contrary, as soon as I subconsciously accepted the fact that their deaths were brought about my hand I was hardly fazed at all. Something within me snapped in that moment, something had changed. Instead of panicked I lifted my head to the ceiling and uttered the first sentence I'd spoken since my creation - "Bastards. Go to hell. Ты deserved it."
All at once a goal settled itself down in me, and I knew exactly what steps I needed to take to reach that goal. Wasting no time I knelt to the ground and rummaged through the pockets of the man nearest to me until I came across his keycard. Feeling еще confident than I had ever felt before strode forward, shoved open the door, and began to briskly make my way down the hallway, stumbling slightly as I went. I knew where the main exit was, having passed it before. The chance to put it to use had never come about until this moment, though. I was trembling in anticipation as I finally reached those sliding pieces of metal, and carefully slid the keycard through the tiny machine on the left hand side. It was accepted.
As soon as they had opened far enough I ran. I ran through that exit another thought, without any form of hesitation, and without looking back.
I was free.
Never once did I consider that there could possibly be a life outside that metal room, never once did I believe that there were any other children residing in the world besides myself. Then again, Ты wouldn't either if your entire life had been spent within the same set of hallways, put through the same set of tests each and every day, with only a set of twelve men in lab coats to keep Ты company.
My first realization came about after I had spent around six years I'm that facility. While my body had not grown in the slightest my mind had become increasingly sharper, which allowed the scientists еще room to improve upon me. At this point I was nearly a complete robot. I did whatever I was told, I Отправлено to all that was done to me, I was no longer capable of thinking for myself. Not only were my tests slowly increasing in intensity level, but I was being made to perform complicated tasks and actions that would have been impossible for any normal human to achieve. Soon the time would come when my existence would be revealed to the public, the my creators would be дана the credit they felt they deserved. Bastards . . . I don't believe torturing a young child is anything to be proud of. However, my life took a different course when I met the girl.
I first caught sight of her after being sent down an entirely new hallways in order to have a new test performed. Afterwards I was standing out in the hall with a scientists hand grasping my elbow, listening to them discuss the results, waiting for my orders, when I heard I shuffling noise, followed by a short, high-pitched cry. Upon turning around I saw a sight that should have been normal for a building such as this, but was quite unnatural in my eyes: One of the twelve men was forcing a child down the hall across from my own. A young girl who couldn't have been any older than six или seven. She was putting up a tremendous fight, I can recall some small thought in the back of my mind at that moment thinking she was rather Храбрая сердцем to struggle that way. I stood and watched them go, and she was shoved into some distant room before both of them disappeared from sight.
Somehow, that one small event sparked a feeling that hadn't entered my sluggish robotic mind in years: A feeling of curiosity. And that curious feeling slowly sent a chain reaction of vague thoughts through my mind as I was led away for yet another test. I had just seen a girl . . . A girl who seemed . . . No bigger than I . . . In the same building. Up until then it had never occupied to me that there might be such a thing as other children living somewhere in the world, and yet here was the proof that I was not alone. That feeling haunted me for the remainder of that day, even though I did nothing to Показать it.
I did not catch sight of that girl again for a few days или so. Due to my state of mind it didn't take long for that tiny yet magnificent change in mindset to fade away. For three days еще everything remained the same. I was removed. I was tested on, and I slept in my tube. Ты can only imagine my surprise when on the fourth день I was thrown back into my cell, like usual, only to discover another girl was sharing my cell that day. There she was, curled up in the corner sobbing into her knees.
I was completely nonplussed. Seeing her from a distance had been one thing, but to find her sitting only ten feet away sent my young brain into a state of complete confusion. I must have good there for at least ten минуты in complete silence before she finally glanced up and noticed my presence. I still clearly remember the relieved look on her face as she lay eyes on me, and simply began to talk. To talk about how relieved she was that someone else was here, to wonder out loud about what on earth they were going to do to her, and to ask me a million Вопросы that I never got the chance to answer.
At some point I must have sat down out of pure perplexity at how energetic she seemed, and just at the fact there was another human creature speaking to me as if I was a friend, for at that point my memory skips to my sitting down and listening to her quite intently. It was rather hard for me to keep up with her rambling, but I did pick up this much from that first conversation we shared: The girl's name was Elita, and she had recently been picked up from a building housing an organization known as the Yakaruza. The scientists here had apparently arrived at Болталка and demanded a child to use for their own means. She never gave me any details about this organization, but there was no need, for I would discover them for myself in due time.
I never once сказал(-а) a word to her, no matter how she tried to force me into talking, for I had long назад Остаться в живых the will to Converse of my own accord long ago. So, it was only through her one-sided conversations that I somehow gained a friend to assist me in living out my lonely existence. Something had changed in my daily schedule. The tests remained the same, the twelve doctors remained in their places. But every time I was tossed back into my from for the day, this new girl Elita would be waiting for me, and she would always have created something new to talk about.
And it was she who first introduced me to the outside. Even if I could not answer her in words, my eager eyes were what showed her that I found her intriguing. After relating to me every single one of tests she'd been through that day, she would turn to telling me about the earth I'd never encountered before. She must have picked up on the fact that I had spent my entire life there, and felt the need to reveal to me what was out there. She spoke of endless skies colored blue, of vast fields in shades of green, of Цветы and Животные and many glorious things I had never learned of before. These conversations were what kept me alive, what helped me to slowly develop a personality of my own, and what eventually implanted a deep want of freedom within me.
In fact, this girl was the one who bestowed upon me my name. During one of our conversations she mentioned that she had a little sister about a год younger than she by the name of Nalia, whom she'd been forced to leave behind. Upon asking me my own name she did not receive an answer since, as stated above, my speaking capabilities were hindered by my own mind, as well as the fact that I had never been дана a namw Thus, most likely as a form of comfort for herself, she proceeded to begin calling me Nalia. Subconsciously that is how I began to refer to myself, and it is the identity I have used ever since.
I must take the time to thank you, Elita. Our time together was short, and our relationship was a sudden one, but that relationship was what led me to break free of that building. If it had not been for Ты than I may never have known what it was like to feel, and I would never have made it to where I am now. I will never forget you, and the despair that was instilled in me when Ты disappeared will likely never leave me.
Elita and I had only known each other for around five months when she suddenly . . . Disappeared. I walked into my room one день after a test and she was no longer there. She wasn't sitting in her usual corner to greet me and fill me with hope once more. On the contrary, she was nowhere to be found. I was baffled, and the sudden change in routine shook me. In the end I assumed that she was simply being held back and would come again tomorrow, and went about my daily routine of sitting alone and being out to sleep. It wasn't until the same process obscured for four days straight afterwards that I became worried.
It didn't take long for me to uncover the truth. I was in the middle of an experiment, one that seemed especially painful with the worries flashing through my mind, when an announcement came over the loudspeaker. An announcement demanding all twelve doctors to meet in a nearby conference room, and to for one of them to "Bring the girl with you." There wasn't much еще to it. My test was immediately stopped and the scientist supervising me took me by the arm and led me away. We eventually ended up in the aforementioned conference room, where I was shoved into the corner room and ignored while the twelve if them began to discuss something that seemed extremely serious.
The absence of Elita was already causing my robotic nature to resurface, so at first I chose to ignore them and sink into a type of silent stupor. But my brain did manage to make out a few sentences that registered some interest in the back of my mind. Snippets such as "Too much independence . . . Loose information . . . The girl was a bad influence . . . Rid of her easily . . ."
Those small bits caused something to click. A girl? A Girl who had an influence? Were they talking about Elita? If so, what did they know about her? Information? Loose information? Had she done something wrong? They сказал(-а) they had been rid of her easily . . .
Had they killed my friend?
Tuning in further while concealing the fact that I could hear every word they сказал(-а) confirmed my fears. It seemed that Elita, who was originally dragged in to serve as a side project encouraged by my success, had gotten herself into some trouble. Having been дана far less security than I, she had somehow accessed an open computer of theirs out of pure curiosity. Information had been leaked from the building, and if they didn't relocate the project soon trouble would arise. On вверх of that, they had noticed the effect she'd had upon my personality even though I had done my best to hide it. I was no longer the submissive child I used to be. I had started resisting, searching for ways to break free. Thus, to make things easier, they had murdered her. Made a clean job if it and thrown her corpse away.
This realisation slowly built up an emotion I had never felt before in my life: anger. No, anger is an understatement, as well as quite a boring word. It was rage. A rage that bordered on delirium, a sensation I will never quite forget. My friend. My one and on my childhood friend, they had murdered an innocent child because she made me smile, she made me happy. I loved her. But now I would never see her again. I remember the trembling in my hands as one distinct thought traveled through my brain: "I'll kill you."
Me memory of what may have happened directly after that moment is nothing but black. It returns at a moment when I finally came to my senses, feeling dizzy, as if I would vomit. My mind was spinning, I could only barely make sense of my surroundings. It took me over a минута to realize that I was standing over what appeared to be a body, and that there was a sticky substance covering my hands.
Dead. As my vision came completely into focus I found all twelve of those scientists sprawled on either the floor или the nearby conference table. Deep gashes and gory holes had been ripped out of their throats, and for few, their eyes. Judging from their positions, they must have out up a terrible fight. The whole situation felt surreal. And as my head gradually shriveled downward to inspect my own body, I saw not only the deep claw marks on my limbs, but the crimson blood spattering my clothing. They were dead. And I had murdered them.
And yet, I was not afraid. On the contrary, as soon as I subconsciously accepted the fact that their deaths were brought about my hand I was hardly fazed at all. Something within me snapped in that moment, something had changed. Instead of panicked I lifted my head to the ceiling and uttered the first sentence I'd spoken since my creation - "Bastards. Go to hell. Ты deserved it."
All at once a goal settled itself down in me, and I knew exactly what steps I needed to take to reach that goal. Wasting no time I knelt to the ground and rummaged through the pockets of the man nearest to me until I came across his keycard. Feeling еще confident than I had ever felt before strode forward, shoved open the door, and began to briskly make my way down the hallway, stumbling slightly as I went. I knew where the main exit was, having passed it before. The chance to put it to use had never come about until this moment, though. I was trembling in anticipation as I finally reached those sliding pieces of metal, and carefully slid the keycard through the tiny machine on the left hand side. It was accepted.
As soon as they had opened far enough I ran. I ran through that exit another thought, without any form of hesitation, and without looking back.
I was free.
