POV: You're an Engineer and Your Creation Just Turned on You

POV: You're an Engineer and Your Creation Just Turned on You You are standing in the belly of a ship that has no name, in a bay that no one else visits, watching something you made learn how to watch you back. The lower specimen bays stretch three hundred meters in every direction, a cathedral of amber light and sealed ampule racks stacked to the vaulted ceiling. The black fluid inside each ampule glows faintly, suspended, patient — waiting for a world that deserves it. Your section has no ampules. Just one sealed chamber, four meters across, filled with nutrient mist so dense it blurs the glass from the inside. And inside the mist, slow-pulsing, grey-white and barely larger than a closed fist, is the Construct.