1 Origins
My name is Origin.
I used to have a different name, but that name doesn't matter anymore. According to the caretaker I am known as Origin now. I dislike the name, but I can't deny it. Especially with the sub personalities that were created. I'm not even in control of my own body anymore.
I have three subset personalities. Rage, Drive, and Reason. They are meant to become AI's. Artificial Intelligence. Originally it was just me, but experimentation does things to you. The Mad Doctor has come to enjoy my suffering. Now they are just trying to figure out how to extract the three subset personalities and turn them into AI.
Why they want a murderous personality like Rage is beyond me. Reason on the other hand I can understand. Drive's sheer determination has allow him to take my body. I watched as we are strapped to the chair. Rage's anger building up. It's amazing how my body has evolved to take four different personalities. Rage has changed my body build to be massive, a whopping 7 feet tall bag of muscle. How we even built that muscle with how little we had to eat is beyond me. Reason has changed my body to allow it to have nimble hands, instead of big meaty fists. Allowing him to tinker with lights, to mess with locks. He actually has the ability to get us out of here I believe. Drives sheer determination is insane, he has made my body durable beyond compare. I believe I could get hit by a truck and not have any issues due to the durability he gave my body. He's able to push my body beyond it's normal human limits.
Then there's me, the Origin personality. There's not much special about me at all. And that's why I was taken from my home... from my family. I was so average, unremarkable, normal. According to what I heard from the scientists that is why I'm able to make these new personalities. They aren't imaginary friends, they are actually personalities that my mind has the ability to create. I created Drive because I didn't want to give up. I created Rage cause I wanted to kill these torturers. I made Reason to figure out an escape plan. Now I'm just an observer, watching as things go on.
The doctor comes beside me, inserting the needle in my arm...
Pain.
Severe Pain.
Anger.
IT BURNS. I CAN'T FEEL MY FACE!
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The Mask is weird. Strange. It wants to control the body, but it can't. It's strange, I feel like I've been locked off from my body. Rage, Drive, and Reason have planned an escape. They hear whispers of the Mask. They dislike it, I dislike it. I remember us staring at the silver platter of our lunch, looking at our reflection. The red bleeding creating tear marks on the white mask... why burn a mask onto our face? Why? I don't understand. No wait, I do. I think they wanted a new personality. They are after a specific personality and they won't stop till they get it. But I am done creating personalities. They have to experience the torture along with me. No matter what I won't give them what they want.
Rage, Reason, Drive. You three will take on the world. Sense I don't have control over the body, I will protect our mind. I will build defenses to keep you from being taken, from being enslaved to our captors. You guys can't hear me. But I hear you. Don't fall little ones, show them your strength, show them that they can't control us. Make them pay for all that they have done.
