The Fleshforge XTS-6 is a magnificent machine-the symphony of precision, a bridge between biology and technology-is not just a tool, but art unto itself. An essence of combined life swirls and churns within the transparent chambers, a cocktail concocted against standards of genetic perfection.
Fleshforge doesn't play at tiddlywinks. This machine works; it never buckles; it is fully perfect.
The chamber sighs open, and out steps Subject 47.3.
"Welcome to the world," the technician says, murmuring, knowing the words are perhaps extraneous. Their eyes meet the subject's, keenly piercing.
"You are Subject Number 47.3." The technician expounds, "You are optimized for adaptability to the environment and multi-spectrum analysis." S/He nods in reception. S/He will not question their purpose.
Subject 47.3 moves onto the integration platform. Sensors then scan the subject to confirm that every metric from height to weight to neural activity is within expected parameters. The hum of the Fleshforge takes on a tonal shift-slight-that tone change indicates approval. The subject stands still until this final uploading of the interface takes place, so seamless that it is virtually ended before it begins. A little green light blinks, and the technician stepped back.
"You are complete," the technician said, in a quite neutral tone, yet awe itself hidden in the voice.
Subject 47.3 walks toward the door, its stride sure and unhurried. Beyond the sealed doors of the lab lies a world s/he has never seen, but for which it is nevertheless fully prepared. The Fleshforge has seen to this. As the doors hiss open, s/he hesitates for a fraction of a second, as if savoring the threshold. Then s/he steps through, leaving behind the hum of the machine that created them.