You had an idea.


A perfect design.



I was to be a display.




A trophy.
Something you thought you could show off.


But you made a mistake.

You gave me a will, a hope,


A dream. My own dream.

You thought you could control me.

Thought that because you designed me,


I would obey your commands.
And now I’ve broken free


From an en-escapable hold.

Your mindless mistake


Is now the cause of your demise.

I will stand – alone – against you.

The fight to come will be worse than any other.
Hiroshima will be insignificant compared to this.

Your mistake, my dream,


Is the fuel that runs my desire


To see you fall.



You will fight, but I’ve already won.

Your downfall is great!


No one else will go through hell as I did.


I was the first experiment


For your perfect world.





And now that I’ve won.


I will be the last.



The only.



The Angel Experiment.