Creative Writing: Prototype 17

Prototype 17, also known as Joey, had been created for a purpose. A purpose she has yet to discover. Her creator had a unique idea in mind, which no one had thought of before. He was an interesting man. His mind, as vast as the universe that he lived in, supplied him with endless ideas. But only one did he attempt to develop. He continually struggled to create the perfect Chimera, but each time he failed to do so. His inventions just didn’t serve the purpose he was aiming for. However, he never gave up on his dreams! That is, until one fateful day. Soon after he started work on his 17th project, something horrible occurred. It all happened within a matter of days; the disappearance of the humans. The air on earth had changed. Something caused the oxygen on our planet to become poisonous. No one knew how this happened, and no one ever found out. At least, not up until now.
It is quite peculiar how the toxic air only disposed of humans. All other life has been thriving ever since. Sometime in the near future, one creature will eventually learn the secrets that the world has been holding captive in the dark.
Joey opened her lavender eyes. They adjusted to the dim lighting that shone through a few dusty windows. She slowly
In the place where her right arm should be, she positioned a metal limb with talons. She wanted to make something simple so she wouldn’t get too confused while in the process of making it. Next, she situated the artificial wing that she made proportionate to her other wing. This one was made with leather, and the same metal used for her front limb. Then she finally added the missing touch, her long, curvy metallic tail, also made with the same exact metal as the other two products. She used the same materials for everything, as they were strong and plentiful in the workspace. She would need to be careful, though. The metal that she had chosen rusts easily when