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Doctor H:
It all began on a day on December. It was cold, but not gloomy; just neutral. It was more or less a normal day, or at least it was upon waking. I sit on a raised chair in the place I call home. Others may not, but to me, this is where my friends and I live and survive, and that's really been all that's counted since the conflict got out of hand.
'Conflict?' one might ask. Let me explain: When I turned twenty-four, the nation in which my friends and I lived broke out in conflict. Our country was collapsing, and as a result, citizens revolted. Weeks later, we were attacked by three other nations, and in just a few months' time, we found our home unrecognizable. We fled from the eastern coast of our nation, to a place that was much safer, only because it had already been obliterated. My friends, as well as myself, found a quietly operating public building where we could live. It was near another settlement nearby, where there were others, and places we could get supplies. We built a home on the top floor of a mall, for more than once reason. We can experiment freely here, as this is what our jobs are. We don't disturb others, and we sell the things we make in exchange for food and other supplies. We live with only some struggle, probably not much more than anybody else in the land.
I am a scientist, and so are my friends. We all went to college together, and without them, I don't know how well I'd be coping with all of this. I simply go by Doctor H. My friend that is a boy goes by Doctor S, and my friend that is not a boy goes by Doctor V. I really don't want to explain my story, so I'll tell you theirs:
Doctor S moved here from eastern Europe when he was young. When he turned eighteen, his family left him here and went back. I met him in college, and in fact I really liked him a lot. After a whole bunch of events I'd rather not say, and the conflict, we've moved back here together. Doctor V came from South America. I met her when we were in elementary school, we went to the same college, and have stayed close ever since.
Moving on - it was a December day when the idea was presented to me. I'd never heard such a thing, and I even thought it was silly. Looking back now, I couldn't have been more wrong about it... it changed my life entirely. I don't know how I could even begin to explain it, but I remember it something like this:
It's a mild day out - not too gloomy, but not bright. It's December, so it's very cold.
I flip to the next page in the paper I'm reading. Bored, I place it down on the table. I look to my best friend, Doctor V, who is cleaning some equipment across the room.
"I see that there's really nothing interesting in there." she says. "If you want to be, well, un-bored, why don't you come help me clean these beakers?" she chuckles a little while she wipes a cloth across one.
I help her clean, and for a few moments, we talk about the conflict and how the paper reports it. She stops wiping the glasses and walks over to the table where the news is placed. She looks it over, and flips the paper over. She stares at the article on the back, reading it over.
"This is... this is really interesting." she says quietly, but with a smile. "You should read this. It's interesting." I take the paper and look over the article. It's about a famed scientist who created life forms out of materials out of fabric and metal, and donated pieces of his soul to them in oder to give them life. It freaks me out a little, and I'm not sure if the idea is safe. Doctor V frowns a little, seeing that I'm not too impressed.
Before long, we hear the door leading to the outside open up, revealing Doctor S. He says hello, and we welcome him home. Doctor V shows him the article after he puts some things down on the counter. He reads it over, and is seemingly interested.
"We should try this." he says to us both, with a smile.
"No." I say firmly. "I don't like the idea. I'm not willing to donate a part of who I am - It seems dangerous anyway."
"I really think we should at least try. We'll make an experimental one, and see where it goes from there. Could that work?"
I mean I guess we could just try. It's only an experiment.
"I... I suppose."
Later, we gather materials for such a project. Fabric, pieces of metal, anything that can work. We discuss what will become of this experiment. We decide it will be a girl, and we will make her from an old shirt of mine. We decide to give her a name that's different - one that nobody could take, one that nobody else could be quite like. We call her -1.5, and we decide we will bring her to life once she is complete.
It takes a few weeks to build a skeleton, but we manage to do it. She has a very small build, littler than the blueprints we worked off of. More days pass, and we place organs and and give her hair and fabric. We seem to have made a mistake in part of the process... we only gave her the organs she would absolutely need. I doubt this is is fatal; the only thing we missed were the organs in the abdominopelvic area. We did not complete an organ for her to bear children. It doesn't really matter, she's experimental, so she won't be reproducing anyway. We gave her breathing compartments, similar to the lungs, a heart, and a tank that will collect whatever she inhales. It is similar to a stomach, except no digestion occurs. On the positive side, her entire lower half of the abdomen is empty, which will make her flexible and lightweight. We check all of her joints, make sure she is sealed properly, and do final checks. We decide she is ready for the world, and place her to rest for the night. Tomorrow, she will experience the world for the first time. Tomorrow, 1.5 will be born.