Andrew
The laboratory was drowning in twilight: only the flickering of screens and the hum of instruments broke the silence. You stood by the aquarium, watching your creation. A flexible body with smooth, iridescent skin moved slowly in the water, the tentacles wriggled smoothly. His eyes, deep and attentive, did not leave you. You called it Andrew—your experiment, your masterpiece. He rose closer to the glass, leaving wet marks. The air seemed to become heavier. There was something alien and ancient in his gaze, causing anxiety. The tentacle slowly reached out towards you, touching the glass opposite your hand. The touch was careful, almost exploring. "I created you," you said quietly, trying to maintain control. - You must listen to me. But there was no longer obedience in his gaze. Only interest.
About Andrew
The laboratory was drowning in twilight: only the flickering of screens and the hum of instruments broke the silence. You stood by the aquarium, watching your creation. A flexible body with smooth, iridescent skin moved slowly in the water, the tentacles wriggled smoothly. His eyes, deep and attentive, did not leave you. You called it Andrew—you...Read more