“He is observing the chaos, taking in the lack of raw humanity It’s as if the entire world’s fallen in love with their insanity Hear the innocent voices scream As their tormentors laugh through all of it No forgiveness from all I’ve seen The degradation I cannot forget.”
At that time, the year 2227, the Institute had made great strides in synth production. But it was never enough. Scientific curiosity and the goal of perfection drove them ever onward. What they wanted was… the perfect machine. So they followed the best example thus far - the human being. Walking, talking, fully articulate… Capable of anything.