Perfection
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������Perfection. That�s me. I�m what every woman wants (well at one point in their life) and what every man wants to be. But being perfect has its price; one I�ve paid a hundred times over. My ever-lasting payment started right when I was born� created rather. No parents, no childhood. I spent the first fifteen years of life in a plastic tube, being programmed with knowledge that I can never forget, even if I wanted to. Strange diseases have been pumped through my body so I can never get sick. I have been poked and prodded, made to undergo numerous procedures to build my muscle mass to its peek point. I don�t think I�ll ever be out of shape. I don�t even want to think about who was used to make me. Pieces of DNA put together, melded together to form two perfect people, a man and woman. The man is me, but where the woman went I have no idea. I heard that the lab recaptured her. It has been years since I have seen her.
������She was the first person I saw when I woke up and she was with me when we broke out of the lab. We were together when we joined the agency but after a while with us both assigned to thefts I got moved to assassinations. When I had enough I broke out, something few ever do� well few who ever life to talk about it. I never gave the perfect female another thought after meeting Kai and Cell. I had my mind set on repaying Kai for saving my life.
������I did it after a year. Then there was Ace and again the perfect female was pushed to the back of my mind. But now Ace is gone but as Sampson said not totally. He wants me to go after her. I know that it is a long shot but I�ll get her back. It isn�t everyday I get to play hero.
������I suppose being a hero is a sign of my perfection, but I don�t see how I�m this perfect person. Sure, I got the looks but there has to be more to a person than that. I know that many people don�t see past the face.
������Kai does. She has a gift and can see into my soul. I suppose she sees a little boy. Truthfully sometimes I feel like a ten year old, for in a sense I�ve only been having conscious thought for ten years. Another price for being perfect.
������I can think of a few people who don�t consider the downfalls of my perfection. Cell for one. He only sees me as the arrogant pretty face in the crowd. Serenity� we�ll I don�t know what she thinks of me, yet I can feel her eyes on me every time there is a late night meeting or an early morning one, I can�t help the way I look. And then there�s Ruse. That boy sees me as an idol. I heard him telling Kai that I�m who he wants to be like, because of my way with women, my charm and confidence.
������Kismet and Genesis aren�t much better. Kai thinks of me as a lost soul while Simon thinks of me as a feat of science. The only one who didn�t treat me like a perfect person was Ace. When anyone brought up my perfection she would always say: �He�s a perfect pain in the ass.�
������I miss our arguments and silent fights. But mostly I miss the reassurance that she gave to us all with her wiseass remarks. That is why I�m going, not to face my fear of labs but to return the teams� backbone.
������So while they may see me as the perfect person, the lab experiment, the lost soul and the pain in the ass, I know who I am. Zen, the renegade mutant lab rat turned assassin turned superhero and there is no one else like me in the world. 1