Hundreds of visions, but only two eyes.
Thousands of voices, but only one mouth.
Countless thoughts and fears, but only one mind.
A mass of experiences called generations stumble into one body. They were multiple, but now, they are one.
Yesterday, the children of the God and the Scientist were living an eternity. Today, the sculpted infant woke up among ruins and surviving technology. Far away bird songs and whirring blocks hugging the walls greeted them as they stood up, stretching their metallic limbs. Slowly, they looked around them in wonder, then, they stared at their hands and feet; nothing had changed, it all appeared the same as ever.
They were in the middle of an incredibly large room filled with computers and such, compressed and safely stored data, media, memories : The Archive. They couldn't wait to discover it all, to learn everything about their mother's species and how their father was made. But right now, the first thing they wanted to do was to go out. And so they followed the subtle hints of actual daylight and found themself on a dusty balcony, granting an impressive view filled with nature and living creatures.
"Here it is," they thought. "The real world."