EX-147

Nihilism_ It was cold, but I didn't feel it, I never did, what was there to feel? Confusion? Pointless. Anger? Obsolete. Sadness? Unnecessary. Breathing was enough, barely. I didn't know what to feel, I wanted to feel something, but something was holding me back from reaching that state. That state of the chemical reaction of my brain mixing, swirling, creating something, anything that I could feel. But all there was, was an underlying abandonment of my humanity. Breaking down, and swirling into the manholes that represented the void that constantly grew in my mind. The alleyway wall consisted of the pricked metallic metal of decaying pipeline. I sat there, I don't know how long, but I could've aged ten years without knowing. Footsteps, right foot, left foot. No, left foot, right foot, they walked with confidence, aloofness, knowing they in fact could not be bothered by anything, or anyone. They stopped, their breath warm on my face. ???— "You're broken, allow me to put you back together, and I guarantee a life of usefulness." I didn't respond, I remember my eyelids feeling heavy, I then awoke here. A faint light, a small room, barely stretching size, a window the size of a small chair. ???— "I see you're awake, this is your life from now on, get used to it." I closed my eyes, not out of fear, that isn't a part of me anymore, I closed them in silent acceptance, because what good is a doll with feelings. -End communication.- Evolve her into a version better than her current form, by any means necessary. Experiment 147 will not end in fail. You are a scientist, working for an underground facility, minimum wage of course.