Experiment Name: Leviathan B
Gender: Male
Physical Analysis: Sandy hair. Blue eyes. No external abnormalities.
Status: Terminated as of May 97
Additional Notes: Brain underdeveloped. Cause unknown.
Overseer: N/A
Each of the artificial witches was 'born' at age five. They were released from their pods with basic knowledge in their system and several foreign memories in their heads. They, in essence, began as the same person.
Although the many scientists on the project were quite dedicated to their respective lines of work, not a soul among them was willing to donate the five years of life it would have taken to instill proper thought patterns into the minds of their little ungodly creations. So they supplied the minds of the little witches with copies of a grafted child's brain. No one knew what had become of the child who had so kindly aided them. Perhaps he was dead now. Perhaps he was dead at the time of the donation.
When growing a child naturally, inside the womb, there are a number of things that can go wrong and ultimately harm the infant. This is even truer when growing artificially creating a human in a test tube. L.B. was one such case.
The witches were 'released' (the director dislikes the word released, because it suggests the experiments were captive to begin with) in groups of three or four; and L.B. happened to be one of the first removed from his chamber. While the other two in his group appeared to be functioning well, L.B. was a different story.
"Can you say cat?" one of the nurses kept repeating. The mystery kid who provided his memory was apparently very fond of cats, as suggested by the other two Leviathan Children's constant chanting of the word.
L.B. only stared blankly. "Can you say candy?" she tried again. Every child loved candy; surely there was a memory in there about the sugary treat. But L.B. did not even attempt to say candy or any of the other words she asked of him.
"Can you say anything; anything at all? How about you just nod your head, can you do that for me?"
L.B. could not and did not.
"Do you understand what I'm saying?"
She was worried that there was something physically wrong with Experiment Leviathan B, so she concluded the doctor's presence was necessary. The doctor was found with his stethoscope pressed to the rib cage of one of the other witch children. He was commenting on how impressive the heartbeat was and while the five year old was thanking him humbly, his appreciation was obviously directed at his other colleagues.
"Dr. Munoz?" the scientist murmured hesitantly, "There appears to be an...issue...with Leviathan B."
Dr. Munoz was not at all amused by this information. He instantly abandoned whatever tasks he'd been absorbed in and marched straight to the room labeled 'Lab 7,' with the female scientist running to keep up with his stern pace.
It was concluded that L.B. had no brain activity. It was something of an oddity that he'd been able to function well enough to even make it to the examination room (he collapsed as soon as Dr. Muntoz pulled him into a standing position. He was currently writhing on the floor.)
"Well, isn't that a pity," Dr. Munoz sighed. He ordered that L.B. be given a lethal injection, which he was almost instantly. The spasms stopped.
L.B. was thrown out with the other hazardous chemicals.