The Perfect Ones

"There.  She's finished."

I opened my eyes.  A strange whirr filled my ears as I blinked once.  Twice.

I examined the large, metal room.  A giant machine that had thousands of blinking buttons was directly in front of me, and surrounding it were hundreds upon thousands of chambers similar to my one.

"Step down, please, my dear."

A scientist with a long, pointed nose held out his hand to me.  His eyes were sterling silver, and shone almost angrily.  He looked aged and young at the same time, as though he had used many chemicals on his face to keep him looking young for years.  He was very tall--according to the scanners within my eyes, about 7 feet and 5.5 inches tall--and had a medium build.  His hair was fairly short and graying in places.

I grabbed his hand and stepped down from my chamber tentatively.

"Open your mouth for me."  The scientist had a German accent.

I did as I was told.  He pulled a chip from his lab coat's pocket and dropped it down my throat.  There was a click from within my stomach, and I flinched, murmuring, "Who are you?"

The scientist pouted like a young child.  "Why, I'm your father, MacKenzie."

"My name," I mumble, "isn't MacKenzie.  I am Dimension model 622536943!"

"But that's what I want people to call you, my dearest daughter.  MacKenzie Six."  The scientist, my father smirked.

I cringed again.

"Yes...father."