He was screaming even if nobody could hear it, not yet, his new existence, his split from his maker, from the Alpha just leaving him raw data, but it was more than that. He was more than that.

And all he could see was her face, all he could hear was her voice and it was too much, everything The Director had done to him, to them, to all of them and he had it all.

On a constant loop.

They told him his name, told him it was his birthday, but it didn't reach him. Nothing did.