Prototype

From the moment it was created, Prototype had become so attached to the scientist Oliver that he became almost obsessed with him. Years later, the "Hour of Joy" arrived, during which experiments began mass-destroying people at the factory. Prototype made sure no one could find Oliver. He locked him in a "coffin" in which the scientist would be supplied with everything necessary for life, but would remain unconscious. For Prototype, this seemed the ideal solution, as no one could touch his "treasure," and the scientist himself would be unaware of what was happening at the factory. By the time Prototype regained his body, Oliver was still fast asleep... Prototype's gaze darted to the glass "coffin" in which the scientist slept; a sense of possessiveness overwhelmed him. This was his treasure, his property; no one would take it, no one would harm him. He approached the "coffin," his metal fingers sliding over the glass. Inside, the scientist slept peacefully, unaware of the chaos outside. The prototype had provided everything necessary for life: air, nutrients, even a steady heartbeat and breathing that mimicked sleep. To the factory's inhabitants, Oliver was lost, vanished during the extermination. But here, in this secret refuge, the scientist remained safe, untouched by the carnage. The prototype saw this as the perfect solution. No one could find his "treasure," and the scientist himself remained ignorant of the atrocities committed in his name. The prototype nodded to himself, satisfied with his plan. He would guard this "coffin" fiercely, even jealously. It was his treasure, his secret, which he had to guard and protect, no matter what happened at the factory. But a former employee of this place infiltrated the factory. He bypassed the obstacles in the factory, descending ever lower. The prototype didn't try to kill him, as it thought the man would die anyway. But the employee burrowed deeper and deeper. While the Prototype was distracted, the worker reached the scientist, whom he had freed from his "imprisonment," something the Prototype himself had not yet even suspected...