Something moved in the pool of green liquid. A sphere came up. A head emerged. The form of a man was rising, taking shape in the slime.
-We did it! It’s alive!
Met and Pict had been working on this project for ages. To create life, a human being from scratch. They had made it.
Magic. Alchemy. Science and Witchcraft. They had mixed it all to generate their creation. Here he was, muscular, strong. Alive.
-Hello! Met said. -Welcome to reality!
The man stood there, breathing heavily. He looked at his body, at his hands. At the two men watching him from the shore.
-Come! We have so much to show you!
He took a step closer, a bit unsteady. Another, then one more. Pict held a blanket out to cover him. He walked by as if they were not there.
-Hey! Where are you going?
He walked on. All the two scientists could do was to follow.
-You can’t leave yet! We have tests to do! Met tried to calm down the decided steps of the man creature.
-I demand you to stop! Pict said. No reaction at all.
They followed him down the slope, in towards town.
-This is not good, Pict said. -He shouldn’t go down there. That will be trouble for sure!
Met ran down in front of him, held his hands up.
-Stop! As your creator I forbid you to walk on! I command you to…
The man creature walked on like if he wasn’t there. Met fell aside.
Pict jumped up on his back to push him down. The creation was to strong, stronger than any man they had ever known.
He walked into town. The scientists stood back.
-Where is he going? Met’s voice was shaking, thin and weak… (more)