What do you think life is like?
Sorry, how about what you can say is living and inanimate?
A human may be alive and living. But could you say the same thing for a sentient robot? What do we classify as living and not living? Human, or an object?
3rd person POV:
A body is created.
A very tall being made of pure light sits in a pure black void, slowly shaking the body with his humanoid hands.
The body was very young, looking to be about 5 months old. The body has dark skin with plenty of baby fat on his face without him being too chubby. The body has yellow eyes resembling gold.The body then took on more masculine features, eventually turning into a dark-skinned boy.
The being, despite not having any facial features, looked pleased with itself before reaching the body's head. The being then slowly took off and took the top of the head of the body, like opening a bottle and sitting it beside him. The being slowly took out the body's brain and cast it out into the void. The being then slowly put his hand in the body and made wires appear out of his hands.
The being continued this for minutes on end, making sure the wires got into every part of the body correctly until they piled up on the brain. The body glowed a dull blue before resetting. The being then screwed the top of the head back into the body and pushed his hand inside the body's chest. The body then wakes up and reaches for the being, smiling and giggling. The being simply picks up the body and suddenly teleports out of the void.
Musutafu, Japan, random farm
The being teleports to the front steps of a random farmhouse at midnight on the dot. The being, instead of being made of light, simply looked like a normal human, but without a face and simply holding a baby in a picnic basket. The being reluctantly puts that baby down and tries to go knock on the door. But before he could, he felt the baby reach for him and give him a sad look. The being slowly picked up the baby, held it close to his chest, and knocked it out with a flex of his energy. The being then put the baby's head close to his face, where his mouth would be, "kissed" him, and put him back in the basket.
The being then knocked on the door and disappeared before anyone could see him.
"Hello?"
A white, muscular, black-haired woman with a thick country accent standing at 5,8 with a scar on her right cheek opens the door and looks around before finally setting her eyes on the baby. She gasps and says,.
"You poor thing; I can't believe so many parents are just leaving their kids like this."
The woman rants while taking the baby inside the farmhouse.
The house is very simplistic yet cozy. It had two bedrooms, a kitchen, and one bathroom, along with a small living room with a medium-sized television and a small couch.
The woman walks to the first bedroom and takes her husband awake, showing him the baby.
The husband is a tanned man with snow white hair, stands at 5,5 and currently has bags under his eyes. He has a very lean but still muscular frame and yellow eyes, mimicking those of his wife.
"Who the hell left a baby on our front porch?"
The husband says he sounds everything out, and it's clear that he has a very educated background.
"I dunno, Moxxie, but I think we should keep 'em."
The wife says, while Moxxie sighs with tiredness and simply says.
"Millie, even if we kept him, what would we even name him?"
Moxxie says while Millie thinks for a moment and excitedly says.
"Darren… Darren Lithe!"