Birth
Birth is something really special in the life of everyone involved. Be it for the parents who finally see their child and can hold it, or for the child, which is, well, born.
Imagine the Sound of a Birth. Cries from every side.
The cries of pain of the Mother.
The cries of the child.
The cries of joy from the father.
Everyone is happy.
This Birth, however was different. It was hard to even call a birth. What was born, didn't look like a human being, or even any other life form. It looked like chair made of flesh. And not the kind of chair one would have at home in the living room.
It was like a rotten chair one would find in a haunted house of the 1800s in which nobody was in since the death of the owner, and the skeleton was still sitting on the chair while you heard a strange laughter from the next room.
Well, and there were cries too. But not from the rotten chair, the mother or the father, but a loud angry :
"SHIT!!! WHAT IS THAT. BRING IT AWAY! I DON'T WANT THAT IN MY SIGHT! THAT IS EVEN WORSE THAN THE LAST ONE!"
To your Information, the 'Birth' of the Rotten Chair didn't happen at a Hospital, but at Research Facility Nr.3.
The rotten chair to be exact, wasn't a flesh-made rotten chair, but Prototype Nr.1.34 of the Project r3sh, whatever that means.
" We end Prototype Series 1 from now. It isn't the thing we wish for." Said the leader of Project r3sh, A lean man with long, red beard and a bald head. The leader of the Project was called S. S wore a long white lab coat with the inscription P.r3sh over the heart. He looked through a glass window in another room with a big machine in it. This machine had an opening through which you could see a muddy, yellow liquid. In this liquid swam our beloved little rotten chair, 1.34. Everything one could see trough this opening was doon after sucked away by a pipe. 1.34 was no exception to this.
At the same time, S had an angry look on his face while he put on glasses and looked at the tablet an wrote something in a document.
"I have to succeed soon. It is the only way", thought S to himself. "Prepare for Prototype Series 2" said S to the other people who were in the same room as him. Thay all looked frustrated about the failure of 1.34,on which some of them set high hopes to be the final Prototype of Project r3sh. However, this rotten chair wasn't the result they thought of.
"What will Prototype Series 2 concentrate on?" asked one of the researchers in the room.
We failed with the Endoskeleton, so we will continue with the Exoskeleton. So at least we will have an armored chair rather than a rotten chair next time " joked S.
"At least something"
"When will we continue, S?"
"If the Preparation will be going fast, half a year, if slow, 9 months. I don't want any Mistakes by Series 2. You know we don't have much time. If we fail, It may mean the end."
The talks went on for a while, until S stepped out of the Room and walked into a complete white corridor. The corridor was only several meters in the direction S walked in. One could see only a big, black ominous door with the inscription S on it. It was S room. In the room there wasn't anything else than a desk and a bed. There weren't any decorations or personal stuff. Just these two and a laptop on the desk. S went to a blank space in the room and kneeled down, as if he were to pray,and if you were to hear good enough, you could hear a voice say.
"The End is near. Please, Lord save us. Oh Almighty, save us. Your Children will die. How can we prove us worthy to receive your grace. Please allow us to survive."
You could hear it over and over again, every time a bit louder
And louder
And Louder
AND LOUDER
"THE END IS NEAR. PLEASE, LORD SAVE US. OH ALMIGHTY, SAVE US. YOUR CHILDREN WILL DIE. HOW CAN WE PROVE US WORTHY TO RECEIVE YOUR GRACE. PLEASE ALLOW US TO SURVIVE."
Until a gold light pierced the shoulder of S as if the higher being said:
Don't bother me, little ant.