There was a sound of a click. The simple sound then a gasp. The young boy's eyes flew open to show bright violet orbs surrounded by white with a black center. The boy lifted his hand and looked at it, he had long delicate fingers with nails painted violet. Who was he? He has no name.
"Nordic one? Can you hear me, Nordic one?"
Nordic One sat up and looked at the speaker, a young woman with wide sea-blue eyes with matching long hair in pig-tails, and nodded, "Perfect! Can you stand?" Her voice was almost robotic but calming.
Nordic One swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood. He was shaky at first but quickly took his first steps to the mirror to see himself. He was short with light blond hair and wore a similar shirt to that of the woman but with violet trim and tie and a gray violet base color. His sleeve cuffs were the same and he wore shorts with the same trim. On his shoulder was tattooed "N1". Nordic One carefully lifted a hand and touched the Finnish flag on his headset, giving it a curious look.
The door creaked open and three new faces appeared. One was a man with deep blue eyes disguised with glasses, another with piercing green eyes and thick eyebrows, the last was a shorter man with distant brown eyes and unlike the others that had blond hair his was black.
Nordic One stared at them a moment before smiling. He knew that he'd be good friends with them and he was right. As days past he learned to use his voice as it was meant to be. Songs would be downloaded into his mind in his Finnish language and he would sing them. Each day before lessons he and the others would watch the building of Italian twins.
One day he was taken to his final test. He was nervous, fearing that if he failed he'd be shut down. But once the music started he began to calm and allowed the words to flow from his lips. Once the song ended he saw his master smile and turn to the others. What Nordic One didn't hear was this, "He is excellent. We'll continue with the Nordic models. Shut the proto-type off." The American model that he was speaking to was shocked. He couldn't turn off his friend, "It is for the better for him." The blue eyed model nodded and wore a grim face as he entered the room.
Nordic One smiled at his friend, "Did you hear me?!" His robotic voice filled with joy but soon faded as his friend looked at him with gloom, "Wh-What's wrong?"
"I'm sorry…Nordic One…" The violet model backed away as his friend reached out and pushed the button on Nordic One's headset, "It is for the best…"
Nordic One gasped as he fell back onto the bed, his eyes closing slowly as a single tear rolled down his cheek, 'What did I do—" Nothing.