"Exactly," Vance smirked, stepping forward. "Nature gave us instincts to keep us alive. But survival is a sloppy, emotional process. We have created something better. A perfect, calculated response system. We call it an unnatural instinct."
Vance pulled a small, silver pocket knife from his coat and held it out. "Subject 0.2. Assess and neutralize the threat." Unnatural Instinct [Ongoing] - Version: 0.2
Kaelen pressed his palm against the glass barrier, his fingers twitching to a rhythm he didn't recognize. On the other side, the subject—labeled 0.2 —sat perfectly still. It looked entirely human, save for its eyes. They weren't reflecting the room's fluorescent lighting. They were absorbing it. "Exactly," Vance smirked, stepping forward
The subject froze mid-stride, its hand hovering inches from Vance's throat. It turned its void-like eyes back to Kaelen. We have created something better