Better Than Intended
You are not what I intended, Creator said. You're even better. The humanoid's arms moved, exploring the dark room, lit only by the hallway light slipping through the cracks of a door. I shall name you Steven, he said. Steven did not acknowledge that but did fall off the cold steel operating table. He was oozing a yellow-white liquid, but Creator did not panic. He simply watched. Not indifferent. Steven's arms shook as he lifted his humanoid frame, liquid dripping from his body. He crawled freakishly fast to the sliver of door light, and he started banging on the door. His screams sounded like a deaf man's. His eye scanner scanned the door. And rescanned several times. Finding no weaknesses, he sat down, breathing heavily. It's okay, Steven. You are okay. Creator brushed his fingers through his dark brown goatee and a hint of a smile crept across his face. It's time you explore the outside, he said. Creator's eye scanner made some self-checkout scannin...