The stasis cell I was contained in was the closest thing to a home Ive ever known. Any thoughts related to the word family were just cruel reminders of why I was immersed in a vat of serum in the first place. They wanted individuals who had no tangible relations to enter into the Punishment Project. It seemed fitting for a thing like me to be genetically modified for whatever horrors the scientists would have me do. They would fashion me into the greatest bio-weapon the world has ever witnessed, one that would bring the nations of the world to their knees. Just a random short story, nothing special.
Posted on: Tue, 29 Oct 2013 16:31:03 +0000