ROTPOFA – beginnings

I must have been a mistake. The keepers had always told me that. I was created when they were trying to take to immune systems of a primate and put it into a human being and create mutation they could use for immunisation. But to do this they had to mix the two DNA strands and create a being from it to collect the data from. They never quite got the result they were looking for instead they found a sub-species female that was neither human nor ape. This is where I come in. I was the result of the testing and mutations except I wasn't meant to survive I had too many of the ape genes in me to be used in the human treatment. But this wasn't noticed and I was kept as an experiment and it was not pleasant.

Every day I was kept in a glass and plastic box sometimes I would be let out if I was good but otherwise I was always in there. As I grew up I was taught more and more. I was a miracle and a mutant, the first to be a mix of chimp and human that seemed to have advanced abilities in terms of learning. I knew no different than being taught, eating and sleeping in that box, constantly being poked by beings covered in white. Being shot and being unconscious and waking up groggy and with a new scar along my skin and fur but I never knew why. What make it worse was that when I did see my reflection I looked like the people in black suits who came to stare at me. I looked like a human and yet a creature I saw in a box once. I tried signing that to the people through the glass but they just ignored me no matter how hard I pounded the glass. They only become worse towards me. More hitting me more needles and more prodding from the humans as I grew older. By the time I was turning five I could easily sign to others what I wanted and I could a good few words even if they sounded a little off. They didn't really care though they just carried on in their violent way and I would cower in the corner just hoping they would calm down. This was all I knew, this was my life till the day I died.

Little did I know that there was so much more to life. So much was to happen to me that I would hardly believe it would exist. My little child eyes were to see so much more in this world than the hate I had grown up with so far. I can only write it down now that Alex has taught me how to write more than the letter A. I can tell my story and continue telling it as it carries on writing itself. If you want to know my tale then carry on reading.