“I don’t..?” Lex started, desperately trying to lace together a coherent thought. To what end were the Realians designed? For the betterment of humanity, he’d convinced himself at one point. Now he found himself asking the same question: why were the Realians created?<br/><br/>A slight movement caught his periphery and his eyes flickered downward to meet Blue’s, which were wide with muted command. What a fucking blessing it was to be able to read body language. He looked back up to Elias, shrugging his shoulders and shaking his head. “The design was already complete by the time I was ever brought in. I guess it would be more correct to say that I ‘built’ them.”<br/><br/><br/>Elias nodded his head slowly as he listened to the doctor explain. Alex went to drone on about how the purpose for the Realian design was for the betterment of humanity; it was a fickle explanation if anything, and not even Alex himself appeared to believe it. The transgenic-type Realian’s ability to regrow vital organs had a purpose in the repeated harvesting for organ transplants. The weapons-grade Realian’s extrasensory perception found it’s function in the army, somehow reducing casualties considerably despite Eden not having experienced any civil or interplanetary warfare for decades past. Elias continued to nod along, listening to the doctor try to convince himself that the Realians were made for the greater good, but he was not deaf to the soft jingling of chains on the air. The smile at the edges of his lips fell.<br/><br/>Seemingly in one fluid motion, Elias withdrew his pen knife and brought it down on Blue’s thigh. His eyes didn’t leave Alex’s, and he took studious note of the colorful array of emotions that passed through them. The one that they settled on - the one Elias knew that they would settle on - was rage. When Elias spoke, it was over a string of swears that Alex let out at him and whatever noises came from Blue. “Trying to grow humans that have godlike abilities? Were you trying to create gods, Alex? Or were you trying to create a race of humans that could supersede gods?”<br/><br/>“What in the<span style="font-style: italic">fuck</span>are you talking about?” Lex asked, desperate and angry and confused. He jerked and winced against his restraints when Elias tangled a hand in Blue’s hair to hold her head steady while he pulled the knife out of her leg.<br/><br/>“Me,” Elias answered simply, as if it made immediate sense to anyone but the lab’s staff and himself. His grip in Blue’s hair tightened just slightly and he pulled her head to the side to expose her neck to him. The pen knife drew red patterns in its wake as he traced it across her skin. “<span style="font-style: italic">You</span>were trying to create a race of gods. They don’t age and die like humans do, they don’t have the same physical or mental limitations that humans do... “<br/><br/>Lex had to bite his tongue to keep from lashing out. If he said anything wrong, he could actually get Blue killed. He breathed in through his nose, out through his mouth. “Even<span style="font-style: italic">if</span>that were the case, what does that have anything to do with you?”<br/><br/>Elias stared at him hard. “I’ll ask you again, Alex. Where, exactly, do you think the Realian design came from?”