Beyblade Burst Adventures

Artificial Life

In which we see an alternate universe where Red Eye was not born, but was the creation of the Snake Pit, destined to crush every other Blader under his foot... But things don't always go as planned. (OOC Boa, probably. Some descriptions might sound weird, but please remember that Red Eye has to work with a limited vocabulary.)

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It's taken three years to get to where we are now. It's been three years of trial, error and failure. So many attempts to create artificial life, so many fragile creatures who died long before they were even close to being released from incubation. They were breathing, living creatures whose tiny hearts couldn't sustain their bodies, or couldn't breathe the curious liquid in the suspension chamber. They were thrown away without a care, simply frustration from another failure.

So much life wasted. So much indifference to death. It's sickening to think about.

They never got anywhere close to where this one has. They never survived the year needed to develop, they never grew big and strong, they never learned to breathe the perfluorocarbon, they could never live off the nutrients provided, or made their creator as pleased as he is now. I'm worried that this one won't last- that he'll die the moment he's released from suspension, the only environment he's familiar with.

"The vitals are steady." One of the lab assistants chimes indifferently, uncaring whether the subject lives or dies. They just like playing God.

"Good."

I look around the room, at the dozens of wanna-be scientists and the other Bladers around me. We're all waiting to see the results... But the one who is most eager is the man standing before the chamber, the man responsible for this whole ordeal. He wants to see the blossoms of his labor bloom into fruit.

Ashtem turns to us, smirking proudly as he broadcasts his voice through the room, "In a just a moment, we will finally see the success of part one in the Requiem Project. We will see the birth of the strongest Blader in the world, and of the first lifeform created from science."

No one says anything. With a dramatic flourish, Ashtem turns back to the machine and holds his arms out. "Now! Release him!"

My gaze is immediately glued to the suspension chamber, and I can only listen as the scientists input the commands into the machine and cause the metal doors on it to slide open, revealing the artificial lifeform Ashtem has created.

Since his purpose is to be the ultimate Beyblader, he was designed without a lot of organs found in most human bodies. He only has a brain, a heart, lungs, and eyes, of course. All five of his senses should function normally (but Ashtem said he was designed to have keen eyesight and hearing,) and he should be fully capable of speaking.

Of course, this is all conjecture. He could collapse and die on the floor the moment we release him. Or... He could prove to be more powerful than he should be after release and kill us all. That seems a lot less likely, though.

His physical appearance matches that of a sixteen-year-old boy, so he'll fit in with the current generation of Bladers. He doesn't have much muscle mass to speak of, and his skin is incredibly pale from the time spent with no sunlight. His hair is long and white like snow, the latter trait a result of the part of his genes taken from Ashtem.

His face looks peaceful as he sleeps, unaware of how close that peace is to ending. Even if he survives, he'll be forced through the most hellish Beyblade training regimen ever, at the mercy of Ashtem and the seven masked Bladers. He'll probably grow to be a hateful and violent creature, and I dread to see what he'll do with the Bey he'll create.