Prototype PH23X

"The soul cannot be created nor destroyed by the properties of science."

A Fanfiction by ElusiveVisionary

There's smoke all around me. I know, because father made me to know. He made me to know what everything was. Now, I can feel it. It is a cold sort of smoke, drowning me within it. Good thing it is dark, because my eyes hurt. I squint as I try to make out images. All I can see right now is smoke and all I can do right now is sink.

My body feels heavy. Whenever I try to move it, nothing works. My limbs feel as though they are made of lead, weighing me down mercilessly. I lift my arm, but it falls down in an instant, as though made of puddy. I know this is not normal, but I'm not sure how. I've never "felt" normal, and I wonder what it feels like. Does it feel bumpy, hot, or smooth? I know what all of everything is supposed to feel like, yet I'd never ever felt it.

I take a shaky step forward, and my knees buckle. I fall hard out of some sort of a purple pod. The smoke still has not cleared, and for a moment I wonder if I am dead. I groan in pain, and writhe helplessly against the cold floor. What else am I to do? Now, I will die.

Then I hear something, something swift and steady. The sound is footsteps, coming towards me casually. My head shoots up, and my eyes squint ahead. Breaking through the smoke is a figure. He's wearing a suit, and his white hair is pulled back into a ponytail. He looks too young to have white hair, and his eyes look icy and cold. I slowly lift my hand and reach out to him. He is the man I know somehow, the man I am supposed to call father.

"Father. . ." and I hear my voice for the first time. It sounds like a child's voice, a child's voice just breaking into the territory of adulthood. My hand shakes pathetically as I grope for him. My eyes snap shut as the light becomes too intense for my eyes to handle. The figure speaks.

"PH23X. . ." he hisses softly. My ears ring with every word, not used to hearing anything at all.

I groan.

"PH23X. . . can you hear me?" his voice is cold, and he looked down at me with his cold eyes. I nod my head slowly, and every movement takes me great effort. Father then looks away, staring in the distance. A smile curls his lips, and it surprises me. His moods changed swiftly.

"Yes. . ." he says quietly, voice trembling with excitement.

"Yes yes yes yes!" and his excitement grows, until I feel too weak to listen to it. I can't handle emotions, or how to understand them. My head hits the cold of the floor, and my eyes snap shut. I listen to father as he jumps for joy, and then I feel his cool hands on my shoulders.

I gasp tiredly and look up. His face is suddenly kinder.

"Welcome to the world PH23X."

And I faint into oblivion.

-Elusive-