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214782 has a minion!

GUARD217 the Assaulter 559

214782
Legacy Name: 214782

The

Bloodred Cadogre
Owner:

Riku_443

Age: 12 years, 2 months, 1 day

Born: March 6th, 2012

Adopted: 11 years, 10 months, 4 days ago

Adopted: July 3rd, 2012

Statistics

Level: 12
Strength: 20
Defense: 10
Speed: 10
Health: 10
HP: 10/10
Intelligence: 0
Books Read: 0
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

I heard my claws click against the flawless white floor below me as I ran for my life. I could hear them behind me, struggling to keep up, barking orders and curses at each other. I didn't stop. Couldn't stop. This was my one chance at freedom from this place, and I wasn't about to let it slip out away.

Not today.

Not even if I have to slay whoever gets in my way of my freedom.

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I was a simple experiment at first.

A genetically engineered organism. Nothing fancy. I was grown at the labs; my mother was a test tube and her womb was a glass tank. I wasn't the first to be created this way: there were many others like me in the "newborn" section of the steel and concrete trap they called a building. Not all of them survived, however. In fact, I was one of the few that did. I grew into a mere child, helpless and ignorant of the world as I floated in suspension liquids and was observed by those sick scientists. They decided that I was strong enough to go through the process that would make me into one of their tools when I was only a few days old - which without any accelerated growth rates would be equal to a good three or four years of growth to a human. They moved my tank to another room of the building where they changed me into a monster.

I've seen the exact process that I went through happen to other genetically engineered organisms with my own eyes. It's one of the most horrible sights in the whole world.

Almost all of my body was either replaced with machinery or twisted into biomachine material, which, essentially, is just more machinery that happens to be alive. I was morphed into a full-fledged cyborg. The mechanical parts of my body were programmed by the scientists specifically so that I would work as a mindless worker for the labs. Most of my own consciousness was taken over by the programming; it twisted my very nerves and coursed through my body, stifling my sense of self and making me their slave.

I worked tirelessly at the labs, barely conscious of my surroundings. I merely did what the scientists told me to do, be it fetching a document or handing over a tool. Simple tasks fit for a mindless drone. They thought I would expire in a few weeks or a month like all of the others did. I was a mere biomechanical worker, a delicate experiment meant to be one of the prototypes for the upcoming, better cyborgs the scientists were calling "bioweapons". However, I was stubborn. I lived months past the expected expiration date. I was a strong organism, and the scientists realized this. They were thrilled at the surprising success of a mere prototype. That's when they knocked me out and took me away to a new room, a room that I was never asked to go into.

The room that had been intended for the future successes of the bioweapon project.

They replaced most of my simple synthetic shell with hardened armor, added deadly weapons to my machinery... they even replaced my eyes with ones capable of heat and night vision. I didn't even look like myself when they were done. Gone was my stark white, smooth exterior shell. Gone were my camera eyes and blunt claws. Gone was my programming, too. The only things that stayed were my biomechanical parts and my lizard-like shape. But with my new appearance... came consciousness.

I could think and come up with problems and solutions. I could make decisions. I felt more alive than I ever had before when they brought me out of my stasis and rebooted my system. But with the new freedom of thought that I had discovered came a terrible new task set before me.

My programming had been changed into that of a killer.

I was the first full bioweapon.

I was an assassin.