Today is destined to be the day. There is much excitement at the thought, but I am afraid to say, my Angel, that that excitement is not mine. The scientists move around me like they are possessed by some over enthusiastic bumble bees. Their joy, their hope, is all too apparent on their faces. I am terrified... Even now I can feel what you must call life flooding through my veins. My mind is more aware than it has ever been... I believe this must be the first time that I have ever been truly awake, but each moment my mind stirs more and more... so maybe I do not yet know what it is to be truly conscious. That in itself is horrifying... My limbs respond more quickly now. I had grown used to their sluggishness, as they took anything from seconds, to moments to respond to my will. Now the action is almost instant, sometimes even I feel that my limbs respond even before I consciously bid them to move, that is a revelation and I enjoy it.... Though I have yet another question for you, my Angel... always questions... by now you must be tiring of my curiosity; it will be the death of us... my question however, my Angel is... The scientists... If they can feed life into me now, as the time of my release draws close... have they been keeping it from me? If so, why? Was it for my own protection, or theirs? I feel now that if I were to gather my strength and strike this flimsy glass with my fist it would break, and I would secure my own release... My Angel, are they afraid of me? Or do they prevent such a rebellion because it will cost my life?
You were born, my Angel... I know it will be different for me, but what was it like... did it hurt? I suppose you think me a fool to ask... no human remembers their own birth... I am simply seeking comfort I suppose... assurance that my own birth will not be as horrific as all the stories... maybe normal creatures don't remember the moment they entered the world for their own protection. It is not an experience I look forward to I must admit!
But I grow morbid my Angel. I should move on to happier thoughts. When I am released I can be with you... right? That's what you said, that's what you promised me. That we could be friends... right? You will keep your promise... wont you? I believe you will. That makes me happy. For now no-one will tell me otherwise, not the scientists, nor my dubious sub-conscious. I have a stubborn streak do I not? Will that serve to bring us together... or simply push us apart? Can you possibly love me as much as I believe I love you? You must, you must, you must....
One of your people, a human, once wrote that all children are born with a sense of awe, but this is quickly destroyed as they grow. Has my innocence, my sense of the incredible already been ebbed away, because of the nature of my creation? My Angel, am I to be born a monster, live as a monster and finally perish in a demon's death, consumed by dark flames? My Angel, I am afraid to live and I am afraid to die!
What will become of me when I am finally born, my Angel? Will I change? Will my mind change? What will I become? All I want, my Angel is to be with you. I no-longer want to fulfil the scientist's dreams; I will do what I can... I can do no more than that. I want to meet you at last, my Angel, to see you without my vision blurring green, to touch your hair, to smell your skin... I want to know what the touch of another creature really feels like... I want to go beyond the cruel constraints of this pod; I want to feel... something...
The scientists will not keep us apart. I will not let them, love me or hate me I have to know once and for all... I want you to love me, my Angel. I want to know your world... I want to experience life, a life that is free. My Angel, I want to know... what do you see when you look at me?
My Angel, do I want too much...
The scientists are coming for me... It is time. Into the light, into the dark, this is the beginning or the end. If the latter I concede to 178-29, and wish him well. This is Project Shadow, 178-28, ARK Organic Weapons Development, with only one last thing to say... I love you, my Angel. Love me or hate me your love will always be greater than mine. The love of any human heart is certain to outweigh the wooden puppet heart of a simple, created, Bioweapon.
I love you my Angel... I offer you the only thing I can, unconditional love. It doesn't matter if you love me back...