The travesty that i have become.

[Dart]

It is a poorly known fact that Cryer Pharmaceuticals have done numerous experiments to attempt to enhance the human experience. they have done various experiments and life-forms in an attempt to make an amazing profit. All these experiments are funded by the profits the current pharmaceuticals the company already possess, including their drug that "treats" the cardimine addiction, which is a current hit for the corporation.

I couldn't find any logs of how old I am. or when I was conceived. All I know is that I'm not a human... I am a cat... or a cat that should have been one... I was the result of a long experiment which involved making hybrids of humans and other animals the alliance was able to bring with them to Sirius. A cat I probably was...

I remember fragments of my upbringing. I was caged you see. i was kept in sterile conditions where I had barely any exposure to anything, but the sight of people... I knew i was different. The structure of my whole body was different.... to many extents... my hands were similar to the shape of a man's but all furry, I had nails, but at the clefts of my finger I had claws, which would expand as my fingers stretched. It was when I was let outside when I further discovered my identity

I was not one with the researchers. I was an outsider. The subject. I had a name and an ID, some called me Lynx. Some called me Sebastian. Officially I was special Subject #236. I was not treated as their own. The people would talk and touch each other with tender aura. but I was handled like a thing, My violation did not exist, The researchers were able to do whatever they pleased on me. no matter how painful.

I don't remember the pain vividly. It hurt. I have nightmares every so often about similar events that happened, or could have happened. The researchers believed me to be a failure of a subject. I was not human enough for them, however I was among the only ones that survived, and of the ones that were most physically developed and biologically stable.
My hands were initially flat, my thumbs were not as opposable as a humans, The researchers had to force me on a bench and operate .. ignoring all of the pain, fear, and anguish I was suffering. But that wasn't all of what they have done, They injected Liquids into me. I didn't know what they did or what they were. One time I felt like parts of my body were removed and replaced. But at that point I passed out from shock. I was never able to find out what they did to me towards the end of the alteration process.... I have not been able to find The data on what they have truly done to me.... but I will elaborate on that.

A while later, the experiments were getting worse. At this point I was already fairly educated, but pressures from the management... or whatever pressed these researchers needed to hurry with my development...

One day a small number of Unioners along with Outcasts attempted to raid Atka research station, the place where i was apparently being kept it. The station was under attack and at the risk of being boarded. some systems of the station fried, killing some people. Quickly, i took their clothes and wore them. i needed to have a real appearance.. I quickly Ran to the Flight Deck. I found the place to be a hectic mess. there were plenty of dead bodies and a number of fires here and there... and there was a large Ship. I wasn't educated about space travel so i didn't know what it was. but i had to get out of my hell. I stealthily reached the ship, which apparently had a number of micro-fractures already, I Managed to activate the ship, the station gates automatically opened, and i stormed out.


It was a big mess that battle... My ship, which was presumed to be Cryer, was destroyed by the Outcasts. my pod was taken by them.

It was a long sleep I had. something that felt very relieving. It was the first time I had the liberty of sleeping when i wanted to. though truth be told, there was nothing else to do but to sleep....

My pod was opened after a significant amount of time... I was seen by people, one with a dark suit, others with belts strapped around, and yellow-brownish costumes. These were the Junkers, and i was to be sold to them.



That didn't actually end up happening however. they were instead, intrigued. by me. I understood them, and they seemingly sympathized with me. one of them, gave me a good sum of 30000 credits to rebuild my life. he didn't tell me his name. he simply recommended me joining the junkers. I decided i would keep that in mind.

I bought myself some of gizmos that would keep my identity secure. All what was in my mind was a) to get out into space b) to stay unseen directly from the masses c) have a good costume. I have noticed that the junkers collect a lot of stuff. They have a really nifty selection of things.

As the days have gone by, i have noticed that the treatment towards me was unique. i was constant singled out, i was constantly given special attention, sympathy, pity, or the other way around. I didn't like it and felt that it was time for me to leave into space from Beaumont Base and into the heart of liberty, where i might encounter the same Cryer folk, who this time would look for my head.

//to be continued

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