Perfect Human Project

-Tate-

"Are you coming to watch my game tonight?" Luka asked hopefully, kissing my neck, before going to undress after arriving from all those morning classes at the Technical Institute of West Old America. Guilt stabbed my heart as I rip my eyes from cluttered desk. I couldn't, even if I promised, not after todays findings. My mind wouldn't let me, and yet I felt like wuss, unable to tell him the truth.

I decided to stay silent and watch him shimmy out of his jeans and shirt, my heart fluttering at the sight of his inked body. At the age of twenty seven, he was a full seven plus years older then me. Yet another thing a must hide for him. Though it wasn't all a lie. Inside I felt older then earth itself.

I love him for his personality, rebelliousness and mind. Age didn't matter, not like it used to here. Though it always hurts when I think about all the lies and secrets I must keep feeding this man I love. There are times I think he's in love with another person and it troubles me, but I know I can never tell him the truth

"You never come." He whines, his eyes showing obvious signs of hurt, along with his broken voice. I knew what this game meant to him, to us, but today especially was a day dedicated to my work.

"I know." I mutter, my voice begging for forgiveness. My hands hiding the few stacks of paper under school work, before I face my Luka.

"What is so important, that you can never direct your attention to me for a single game?" He demands, sitting on my lap. His eyes looked pissed yet wore the puppy dog look all in one. It hurt to lie and refuse to go to something as important as this.

"My masters degree." I lie, trying to pull off a sympathetic smile.  Even I could see Luka's frustration and doubt, though he kisses me anyway and tugs on his dark gaming suit. The fabric clung to him like a second skin, lighting green when he puts on his shades and enters his glass gaming room.

"Try to finish early." He begs on last time. "For me."

When I hear the whistling of the digital football coach ring from his room and seep to my study, I turn back to my work. The glass apple table, over flowing with data and paper, all cluttered with months and months of tireless work. It all seemed useless, most of the work just hypotheses and clues' like a thousand piece puzzle missing more then a quarter of it pieces. Until earlier today.

The health serum was mandatory for all citizens, improving our health and white blood vessels that helped our healing increase and strengthen. I was different in this category.  My skin seemed to repair at twice that rate and in honesty sometimes I forgot that my blood was more purple than Lukas. Sickness was the same story; I hardly knew what physical pain felt like. I suppose it helped in terms of medical insurance but in overall I hated not being equal to others of my kind. I despised the idea of being invincible and watching others fall. I despised being different and having to hide it.

Though I was always curious, working myself mad countless of nights trying to figure out who I am.

And finally I felt confident in my answers and theories after my lab experiment concluded this after noon on a good note.

Ravenously I scrolled threw my thoughts, my IThought copying them down into my computer. Every word I ever came up with at that moment appearing on my screen, pages beyond pages filling recklessly.

When I finish I simply reread my conclusion.

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In conclusion, in eighty four months I have concluded many things. Most of the information hypothesized due to my lack of knowledge that led to my birth, yet based on my works seem more correct then incorrect. My conclusions say;

A) My blue eyes were not inherited and are quiet possibly the result of the serums I was injected BEFORE birth, revisit statement 17-B.

B) My white skin cells work as if they are on a steroid type chemical but more with reason. They are in a regular amount yet work about 56% faster then the average being. Any sort of flesh wond healing nstantly.

C) My lack of pain comes from not just my strong natural, if you will call it so body, and nerves but my brain. Its refusal to accept me being in pain or feeling intense emotions, causing my body to comply. Thus any physical pain inflicted on me being less painfully or even painless. (See page 32 of cat scan and page 33 of types of pain I was inflicted to)

D) The serum I believe I was injected countless o times before my birth, most likely gave my skin its purple tint. The blood itself holding mixtures of chemicals and drugs I am unfamiliar with. The serum and blood one, showing me that they were bonded together.

E) The massive headaches I have received since last year, around puberty(regular time for age)(visit my diet page on 15(organic foods))  have been related to large boosts of energy(lasting between an hour and five days as of today) and strength far past human ability. (body weight:145, height: 5'8) I have lifted weights three times my body mass and ran times faster then Michelle R who won the Olympics in 2201 for Brazil in her 100 meter sprint, an hold that speed for more then two hours. This I found linked to my lungs, heart and blood which hold bits of chemicals, I believe, I was injected with. Each mirgaine bringing newer and longer results.

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And the list continues to grow and grow, to my amusement. My works unraveling word by word. Before I knew it, it was midnight and Luka was luring me to bed. When I finally save all my work, I'm forced to let myself sleep, not wanting to leave my work whatsoever. My child like excitement stored for the following day break.

In the heat of our passion, the back of my neck begins to tingle with unfamiliar, angry heat and I pull away, gripping my neck. Luka's eyes flash with hurt and worry as spring into the bathroom. Alarms blare in my head, as I angle the mirror in a frenzy.

On the back of my neck, a new birth mark begins to grow. Pain explodes in the back of my mind, as the heat on the spot kicks up a notch. Squinting my glassy eyes, my heart nearly drops out of my ass.

The charracters, F003, scorch my skin, developing ever so painfully. My gasp of sheer agony, followed with a click of a gun chamber centimeters from my skull.