(Note to readers: this takes place during the events of Blade Runner 2049, so there may be references to events from the plot of that movie. If you haven't seen it, be advised: SPOILER ALERT!)
It all seemed real.
At first, there was nothing but total darkness, the air silent. Then, bright lights illuminated, and a room appeared. She was lying in the center, her knees drawn up to her chest, her long dark hair stuck to her shoulders by the slimy orange goo used to preserve quality skin.
Suddenly, the door opened. Two people, a man and a woman, stood outside, the man holding a case in his right hand. They were wearing the biege uniform tunics worn by all employees of the Wallace Corporation.
As they entered, she could hear them talking: "...I am aware that this is the 45th subject we've tested today, and for what? They're supposed to be sterile, that's how we designed them. Why does Mr. Wallace think they're capable otherwise?"
"That's not for us to question. His instructions were clear: we're to test every new subject until we find one that matches the appropriate conditions."
"Very well. Get her calm while I prepare the instruments."
As the man turned his back on her, the woman got down on her knees and put her hand on the girl's face. She had a kind expression on her's, framed by hair with the same color, tied up in a long ponytail.
"Hello, little one. You have a long, prosperous life ahead, working for the benefit of others. And when the time comes, you will join those who came before in a better world, free of pain and suffering."
Yet even as she said these words, the man behind her was removing sharp metal tools from the case and laying them out upon the floor. It didn't take much imagination to know what he planned to do.
So she bided her time. Eventually, the woman stood aside and the man approached her, a scalpel in his hand. "Now remain still, and this will be over quickly", he said in the most reassuring voice he could.
His hand coming close to her face, she waited until he was just inches away from her stomach. Then, in a rather fluid series of movements, she grabbed his wrist, turned it, and drove the scalpel right through his eye. Then she grabbed the woman by the throat and jumped on top of her.
Shocked and overpowered, the woman could only flail helplessly as the bones in her neck were crushed one by one. Then, she stopped moving.
She wasted no time. She began undressing the woman's body, putting on her tunic, skirt, bra, panties, and heels. As she was putting her own hair in a ponytail, she noticed something.
A small ID had fallen out of the tunic's pockets. She picked it up and opened it. Inside, she found a name: Sarah.
She didn't have a name. Creatures like her didn't need them. But things were different now. She decided that from now on, her name was Sarah.
Holding herself with an air of confidence and authority, she somehow made it out without being discovered.