September 20, 2079.
"Happy Birthday, 656~"
A woman in a long lab coat walled into 656's cell. She held a clipboard, tapping her pen on it absentmindedly to a rhythm, presumably of some recent song.
656 looked up blankly.
"Birthday? Already?"
Despite his questioning tone, he didn't look surprised. It had been 13 years in this wretched lab. Having only experienced around 6 years of childhood, most of it stripped of memory, he was lucky enough to be alive.
The woman looked mildly surprised at his indifference.
"You almost sound as if your last birthday was yesterday."
"It feels like it."
She smirked.
"Am I supposed to pity you?"
"I pity myself enough, you know."
"Continue that later.. Get your, you need to get ready for your check up."
656 pouted.
"I don't want to see Dr. Sam.. He's so rough."
"Oh, Sammie isn't in today. Dr. Evren will be doing it."
656's eyes lit up with rare excitement.
"Why do you suddenly look so eager?"
A faint colour crept up his cheeks.
"Um... Just can't wait to get out of this room, yeah..."
"Hurry, then."
The woman turned to leave, expecting 656 to follow. 656 scrambled to his feet.
Dr. Evren was nothing short of extraordinary. His emotional numbness making him a perfect prodigy at the inhuman experimenting done in the underground Aurium.
By the age of 24, he and a colleague invented a formula for Immortality and another device to substantially increase the rate of success in creating hybrid lifeforms. Dedicated to his research, almost never leaving the lab.
Although he may be somewhat cruel to the other test subjects, he remains gentle with 656, a test subject he considered "perfection" and a "Fine specimen for numerous reasons." As for 656, this gentleness was misinterpreted as affection. 656 was attached.
656 hated to beg for attention though, his pride wouldn't allow it. Indirect signals sent, only to his disappointment, as Evren remained indifferent to his advances. After all, Aurium had a strict policy to not bond with test subjects.
But that doesn't mean 656 is going to give up.