It doesn't notice the euthanasia and revival. It's as responsive as a fish. It only gapes and gasps. Blindly, blankly. Eyes wide. It seems to feel pain. It acknowledges it. It is not human, but human enough, I suppose. I look at the thing in the vat before me. I see only potential. It is nothing yet. Just an almost-there.
by Grant Smuts Every story has a villain. This one's mine. The Forgotten House of Callister Born Sheoul of the house of Callister, Morvannon enjoyed an easy early life in the city of Fyrisia. A studious young man, he often butted heads with his elder brother, who was swiftly winning renown as a champion duellist,... Continue Reading →