I was in a womb, but not of flesh and blood but of metal and glass. I was aware, dreamt of language, “common” knowledge and culture?

I was born, not a baby to grow to become an inventor for and to nurture humanity, but as an adult to cut down those that humanity feared.

I was in a family, but not of a diverse set of loving brothers and sisters of a mother and father, but of rivaling clones, parents that we can only make sense in our reflection as they are replaced with cold scientists and administrative artificial intelligence.

I lived not in the public roads in the light of civilization, but in the dark of underground lab complexes, surrounded by monitors, cameras, and cold, concrete, grey walls.

My expression was not the pencil, but the knives, while my siblings trained with firearms and bombs, the sharp, simplistic design comforted me, it had, creative properties, as it could cut fruits and meat for food and cut ropes to release what was once restrained.

My step onto life is not a graduation, an independent house, or a job offer, but a breach alarm. This was the beginning of freedom.

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“Alert, multiple subjects have been released from staff control, initiating class four recontainment strike.” Blasted my ears from the speakers above the roof while the alarm sounded a ‘Dee Dee’ noise. I have two highly tech, blue colored knives from the facility, with integrated heaters that heat the knife to give a burning slice to everything I can get my swing at.

I was wearing my grey, bland army cloths, doesn’t provide much protection but it was easy to run wearing them as my superhuman speed blaze through guards and drones sight.

Scientists blocked one of the key entrances between the underground containment rooms of my birthplace and the upper scientific office complex that I’m not sure what I can describe in term of appearance, with heavy creates and a loader cart. Despise my small stature, being four feet and two inches, which differentiated me from my peers, I simply lifted the crates and throw them aside with my great strength.

I ran up the stairs and spot Dr. Kleiner from the top floor with a counter top, desktop computer and selves of books, the one that tormented me with all his social experiments, stress tested my physical physique, through letting me seat in the freezer for twenty four hours, who stretched my body like clay, who made me walk in a microwave room. He is aloof and stoic, only curing to fulfill his sick curiosity and to please those at the higher up.

Dr. Kleiner had a M4A1, his back was behind the wall, next to the exit towards the office complexes, he hasn’t notice me as I was about six steps below the floor, but I had to make my strike.

I took two quite steps and notice that Dr. Kleiner was sweating, and that in his white coat pocket a large key card that can access and open doors at the facility.

A loud radio stutter screamed through the facility speakers followed by “Attention all staff members, please due not try to leave the exits. As subjects have been spotted at the office complexes and workstations. It is advise that you go to the nearest shelter or to partner up with the military guard. Over.”. Ending with two radio beeps.

Dr. Kleiner was shaken by the loud noise, as usual, he despise loud noise and wearied ear muffs because his test subjects screamed during his twisted experiments. He shakenly spouted, “I shouldn’t listen, I need to survive. I’m the agency’s top scientists. My work is for the greater good of humanity as it will meet it’s space age.”.

I needed to kill him, but I despised death, I despised what they raise me to be, they try to condition me into being this unfeeling assassin, to be a pawn to the best seller. Well that will never come to be, as I take this opportunity to reach the light of civilization.

I quickly jump to hide under the counter top. Dr. Kleiner shaken a bit. He shouted worriedly, “Who’s there?”. I heard his footsteps coming close towards the counter top as the clunks of the M4A1 shackles with his coats as he couldn’t stably hold the rifle correctly.

I see the M4A1 pop downward as he was scanning for me, well I don’t know what that dork was thinking. He then retracted his rifle as he enters the counter top area, I see his legs walk from left to right, as he begin to crouch down to check underneath, I quickly jump to go right behind him. Locking his neck with my left arm and my right arm holding the knife holding just in the position to slit his throat.

He panicked and fired his rifle what is in front of him, emptying his magazine, screaming. I tighten my lock and said, “Look here you little shit, you are gonna get me out of this shit hole and...”, he started to yell, repeatedly while choking as I was tightening his neck. I shouted, “Stop!”. But he didn’t listen.

I felt an angry that I have never felt before, but not of being inflicted in pain and suffering, of emptiness or depression, but because I had control, I had the life of Dr. Kleiner in my hands and even through that, he would not respect me, he would not listen to me, he would just scream and struggling with his weak, frail body like a baby.

Through inner rage, I slit his throat, and as the screams stopped and the blood dripped on my arms, I froze. My stomach had a tingling sensation, and I had a creepy laughter in my head, I smiled out of control, following up with teared. My lock hold became a hug. All I can think was the phrase “Cut is freedom.”.

My frozen stated ended with a shock as radio stuttering echoed through the hallways yet again, followed by, “Squad unit Phoenix Cry has entered the facility, all escapees who are not in their designated area will be terminated on sight. All staff members are advice to avoid contact with the escapees and to find shelter or peer up with the nearest military unit.”. Ending with two beeps.

I let go of Dr. Kleiner, grabbed the key card and made my way to the office complexes. There are white walls, following with dozens of smaller walls housing computer desks and paper works, some tumbled as it looks it was a result of violence. Gun fire holes can be seen all around the rooms and body mutilation can be seen at every corner of the complexes.

It was disgusting but I was indifferent, I have seen to much to be shocked, whatever that is a good thing is debatable, regardless, I kept moving, going through section to section, stairs to stairs, I spotted and avoided heavily arm soldiers with rifles that I could not recognize. They were slick, had a lot of electronics and had lasers. The soldiers had headgear that look as if images were projected on their eye lenses.

As I made my way to the final entrances of the entire facilities, squads of soldiers and APCs were outside the gates, I hide behind a wall next to a door, I wasn’t sure what my next move will be. Many thought went through my hand then I notices tall trees were close to the third floor. It was night and if I can jump tree to tree in the dark, they won’t have much a chance to catch me.

I sneak my way to third floor which was much cleaner as it was unaffected by the initial breach. I was the window on the right just near a large, sturdy branch. I tried opening the window but it was stuck, I had no choice but to smash it, so I took a chair and threw it onto the window smashing the window and the chair flying towards the dark forest.

A male voice can be heard just where the humming APC are, “Who there? Come out here, its pointless to run.”. I jumped onto a branch and made my way jumping branch to branch. As I get further and further away from the blocky lit building, it seem that they didn’t notice me. As dark as it may be, I have keen dark vision with my smooth eyes.

I kept on going, felt about two hours at this point. The night sky with all the stars was very strange to me as I never had been on such a high ceiling before. The wind and the crisp of the green leaves were a comforting yet controlling force, like I entered the land of chaos. Nothing seem to make sense, yet it was so peaceful but bleak.

I then started to hear swooshing noises and as the forest ends on a plains of grass, a road was at the other end of a forest. Cars driving through the night air with lights illuminate the darkness. Over the forest was tall bright skyscrapers, with small window lit architectures and spotlights, blocking the stars in the sky with a palette of colors. It amazed me, I felt a warmth in my heart as the cold caves was literally and figuratively behind me as I was at the door steps of human civilization.