by Nick Gisburne
Experimental subject Alpha-Six,
The final dormant specimen, a child.
We add a second solvent to the mix,
Extracted from the father we defiled.
Her eyes, as always, register the pain,
But then, with hate, with hunger, there is more.
A potent thread of menace floods the brain,
An impulse we are eager to explore.
She whispers, out of place, beyond the plan.
We understand her language. How, and why?
“Is this the peak, the prime of mortal man?
Is this the way humanity must die?”
Experimental subject Alpha-Six
Escapes us, through a wall of steel and bricks.
