Thump. Darkness. Everything was just so dark. Tha-thump. Where am I? Tha-thump. Tha-thump. Tha-thump. A twitch of its hand was the first sign that the experiment was a success. Tha-thump. Twitch. Tha-thump. Twitch. Everything hurts. A hand flexed every so slightly, the fingers moving stiffly. Where am I? Why is it so dark? Why does everything hurt? There was a hiss as its chest rose with an inhale of breath. My chest hurts so badly. Why does it hurt so bad? Another hiss and another breath. Slowly, its eyes fluttered open and the experiment got its first look at the world around it. Where am I? Another hiss with another inhale of breath, deeper this time. Clenching of stiff hands and moving of muscles long out of use. This place, it's odd. The creation raised a hand up in front of their face, examining it intently. The stitches stood out against their gray skin. There was grime under their fingernails and when they clenched their fist, they found the movement stiff and awkward. They examined their fist as if they had never seen one before. Then they unclenched it and dropped their arm. Dark steel gray eyes looked around the room, finding themselves in some kind of tank. They reached out and grasped the edge of the tank with one hand, then the other. Slowly, they began to pull themselves up. Muscles that had not seen use in so longer were slow to move and it took them a time to finally pull themselves up and into a seated position. They looked around the room again, those cold eyes finally settling on their creator just a few steps away. Who is this man? What am I doing here? Where is here? The creature thought to themselves as they stared blankly at the man just across the way. Slowly they looked back to the tank, as if calculating how to get out of it. They bent their knees and slowly began to shakily rise to their feet. Their legs wobbled under the weight of their mass but eventually they found enough stability to take a shaky step out of the tank. They took the time to stabilize themselves before they took a second step and left the tank entirely. They stood there, stark nude and quivering as the muscles in their legs shook from the effort of holding them upright. The creature looked down upon themselves, examining the rest of its body. Long legs led to a muscular abdomen. A broad chest adorned by supple breast lead to wide shoulders and a long neck. The creature reached up a hand and grasped a hold of its own face. The face was angular, with a strong nose and broad cheekbones. Who am I? It reached up with its other hand and found long locks of hair tangled in a jumbled mess on the top of its head. It pulled some of the hair forward so it could get a look at it and found the hair to be dark. It hurt to pull on the hair, however, so it released it with a grunt. It turned its eyes on its creator again before allowing their hands to drop limply by their side. It opened its mouth as if to say something but only a sickly gurgle escaped its lips. Perhaps this man knew who they were and where they were. Perhaps he could help the pain go away. The creature took an unstable step towards him, a hand reaching out to grasp at the air in front of them. Another gurgle escaped their lips before its legs gave out and the creature collapsed to the ground in a heap.