Prologue
I'm Generation 3, rather that's what everybody calls me here in this place, and my name is more of a title so I decided that my name should be Gene. I'm rather lanky and not very tall (only standing at around 5'10") with semi long brown hair that's always shaggy, sporting a blank white top and bottoms. I only have one friend here, The Engine. He's a little computer chip that manages my brain for me sometimes of dire need. He's a good friend; I just wish that he could be more than a mute voice in my head though.
The place I live in isn't much nor is it very little. It seems decided by me and Engine that it was too small by several inches though. This place was designed to keep me in; I don't know why, though they fear me. I look like them and speak their language (all of them), but this seems like the place I was put in very soon after being found. I'll never escape. Not until I get stronger and cooperate with their tests. If I take part in the tests, I might be free. Free to roam. What though… I've never been outside. All I've ever known is this barely small room. Might I be free, I'd know something different from it. The doctors say they created me-that the only reason I'm here is because of them. But I'm not.
The Engine tells me that I'm created from a fellow called Greene. That his DNA created me; not any of these doctors. Also, some other people helped... But mostly it was just natural manifestation of the virus, combining to form themselves something to protect themselves, to survive. I evolved very rapidly, taking the most dominant form on the planet, Humans. I don't see myself as one, nor am I one, as mentioned earlier: I'm Gene, not human. The reason I'm called Generation 3 is because of my 'family tree'; Greene was the first, the after that there was Mercer, and Heller, now me. The third generation of the Prototypes.
Prototypes are a virus that adapt to situation that overcome all obstacles thrown at them. Becoming one thing after another making finger into deadly sharp blades turning flesh to bone as a shield, making fist into wrecking ball! This is only a small fraction of what we can do, but I can't do something the other prototypes can, consuming. Consuming is when a prototype takes another living being, and breaks their neck and spine to gain all their memories. When one consumes enough they evolve and gain a new form of their choice.
Me since I can't consume I can't gain memories from others. But I can see everything you've seen, as long as it's recent enough. When this happens I can see recent images reflected off your retinas. Moving on the way I evolve is from watching and learning. Basically lets me study one and then copy it onto my own body as my own form. This also allows me to create my own forms. I've yet to do so though from the doctors here.
Ah yes the doctors people that want to ruin me but not anymore soon I'll break out. Soon I'll be able to roam free and rid myself of them. From their needles and tests soon you shall all be dead and see me wallow in it you monsters… But are they really a monster or is it me?
