So this was supposed to be my intro to the forums, but I ended up going a little too in depth so thought it would be better here. Enjoy
They called me "Project Seven". It's the only name I was ever given, and the only life I knew. I was none other then an experiment, A form of life created and used for study.
Slowly the other projects disappeared, being taken from our holding area to their usual daily tests and probes, but are never seen again. I knew this would be my fate as well, and I knew I had to escape. But how? I knew nothing of the world other then that lab, other then being a test subject.
I searched days for a chance to escape, trying to catch a glance of possible exits and dark hallways I could use as cover in my escape while being dragged to my testing chambers.Â
I would find myself awake back in the holding cells, no recollection of how I got there or what was done to me. Only pain. I knew I couldn't take much more. My body was getting weak, and all hope of escape slowly drifted from my mind. I was to die there, in that lab, unknown to the world.
One night I was laying in the holding cells barely able to move from being so weak. I could no longer see, and I was losing myself. All I remember was a figure slowly coming towards me, then pitch black. I awake in the arms of someone I had never seen in the cells before. He was of my kind, but much older, frail. I had never seen any others in the cells stay to look this old. He told me his name was Project One, and he was the first experiment. he had been there for well over my lifetime, but he escaped into the walls of the construct that only he knows, for fear of other projects eventually getting caught and being forced to tell the location of project one. He told me he has been living in isolation for some time, what he then called years, a word I have never heard before. I started to gain my strength and realized that I was no longer in my holding cells, but in the walls myself. No recollection of how I got there, I began to panic with anger and rage, but project one quickly apprehended me, informing me that even though we are in the walls, there are places thin enough to hear through, and we could be found.Â
Over some time he started to teach me things. He told me of what I was. A beast, locked up in a cage with other mindless beasts, bred to bring back a race that was believed to be extinct or a myth. They created us mixing the genes of the Miqo'te and an ancient lost species of lion-like beings with great human intelligence from times long ago from another realm.Â
He began to explain to me the process of time. Seconds, minutes, months, days, years. He started to teach me the language I am using to tell you my story now, of the world outside of the laboratory, not that he has seen but has heard from overhearing conversations through thin walls or reading from books he was able to steal from the library's.Â
He taught me how to read and write. Math, history, about the world of Eorzea. He told me that he learned of other labs all over the realm, doing many different types of experiments on many different races. He taught me how to fight, what's right and what's wrong. Good and evil. I knew evil well, and I knew which side I had to choose. The path of the light.
To be continued...
-The Chronicals of Project Seven
They called me "Project Seven". It's the only name I was ever given, and the only life I knew. I was none other then an experiment, A form of life created and used for study.
Slowly the other projects disappeared, being taken from our holding area to their usual daily tests and probes, but are never seen again. I knew this would be my fate as well, and I knew I had to escape. But how? I knew nothing of the world other then that lab, other then being a test subject.
I searched days for a chance to escape, trying to catch a glance of possible exits and dark hallways I could use as cover in my escape while being dragged to my testing chambers.Â
I would find myself awake back in the holding cells, no recollection of how I got there or what was done to me. Only pain. I knew I couldn't take much more. My body was getting weak, and all hope of escape slowly drifted from my mind. I was to die there, in that lab, unknown to the world.
One night I was laying in the holding cells barely able to move from being so weak. I could no longer see, and I was losing myself. All I remember was a figure slowly coming towards me, then pitch black. I awake in the arms of someone I had never seen in the cells before. He was of my kind, but much older, frail. I had never seen any others in the cells stay to look this old. He told me his name was Project One, and he was the first experiment. he had been there for well over my lifetime, but he escaped into the walls of the construct that only he knows, for fear of other projects eventually getting caught and being forced to tell the location of project one. He told me he has been living in isolation for some time, what he then called years, a word I have never heard before. I started to gain my strength and realized that I was no longer in my holding cells, but in the walls myself. No recollection of how I got there, I began to panic with anger and rage, but project one quickly apprehended me, informing me that even though we are in the walls, there are places thin enough to hear through, and we could be found.Â
Over some time he started to teach me things. He told me of what I was. A beast, locked up in a cage with other mindless beasts, bred to bring back a race that was believed to be extinct or a myth. They created us mixing the genes of the Miqo'te and an ancient lost species of lion-like beings with great human intelligence from times long ago from another realm.Â
He began to explain to me the process of time. Seconds, minutes, months, days, years. He started to teach me the language I am using to tell you my story now, of the world outside of the laboratory, not that he has seen but has heard from overhearing conversations through thin walls or reading from books he was able to steal from the library's.Â
He taught me how to read and write. Math, history, about the world of Eorzea. He told me that he learned of other labs all over the realm, doing many different types of experiments on many different races. He taught me how to fight, what's right and what's wrong. Good and evil. I knew evil well, and I knew which side I had to choose. The path of the light.
To be continued...
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