My number is 178-28. I am specimen 28, though I am sure that there must have been many more than that before me. The scientists talk about something called the Biolizard, and how she was their first real success, but was fundamentally flawed. I hear a great deal of their aspirations for me when I am finally fully formed and hope only that I can live up to their expectations...
I know very little of the world outside this pod, my view of it is blurred and tinted green. I don't believe they know I am watching them. I don't think they would do certain things if they did... Your species are intriguing creatures, my Angel, watching them helps me pass the monotonous hours between your visits, it is true I have learned a lot from my observations. I have a question for you, my Angel, the scientists that surround me, they call me the Ultimate Life Form, or at least I understand that is what they want to engineer, but, in a world as complicated as yours clearly is, what does that actually mean? Surely the nature of life is its uniqueness, with each life as important as the next. How then can they hope to create an Ultimate Life? To me that seems a contradiction... put bluntly, just what am I? I am worried, my Angel, when I am released, will I really be able to achieve all they demand from me? What will they do to me if I fail to live up to their hopes?
The longer I listen to their voices, my Angel the more frightened I become. Their words grow to be ever more certain, their claims of my potential increasingly outrageous. The more I hear the surer I am that I will be a disappointment to them... If this Biolizard was not enough for them, how can I hope to please them? I fear I will shatter all their dreams...
I do dream, my Angel, that is what you call these pictures in your head isn't it?... I often dream I am Pinocchio, a puppet, walking and talking as though my body were controlled by strings held in an alien hand. In my dreams I have no control over myself or my actions, I am, as I have said, someone else's puppet. These dreams seem more accurately to be nightmares. As the scientists' aspirations for me grow I have begun to dream that I am being chased by a monster, like Pinocchio's shark, its giant mouth threatening to swallow me... Is it my fate that I must be hunted and ultimately consumed by a monster before I can become something real and worthwhile? When the time comes will I be able to call the flames to ensure my release? What will become of me if I cannot?
Something perhaps more terrifying is what will happen to me if I do fulfil their expectations. They demand so much from me, to my naïve and childish mind those demands seem to be for things that will bring evil, not good. Speed, strength, power... these do not seem the gifts of one who will bring peace. They have not told me the reason for which I was created; they saw fit to omit that from my education... My Angel, what is my purpose? Am I to be... a destroyer? Is that the reason humanity made me?
Or, am I simply a product of human curiosity... If so will that curiosity ultimately become my curse, and with it humanity's curse as well?