I remember some stuff, I guess.

I remember white tables.

I remember something rough touching my hands.

I remember teal eyes piercing my own.

I remember being wrapped in someone's arms, feeling safe and warm.

I remember lips on mine, and touching someone's smooth hair.

And I remember warm tastes filling my mouth, sugar hitting my tongue, and my mouth filling with wonderful tastes.

But now all I know is a science lab where I am trapped, and cold masks with mysterious people behind them.

I have been taught that I am not human. I have been taught that I am not to speak. I have been taught that I am dangerous, and that I should not be alive.

But it's all for the greater good, that's what they tell me. So I let them poke and prod, and I let them stick in needles, and I let them experiment.

It's all for the greater good, right?

It's all for the greater good.

Ouch. I really do hate needles.