A fleeting life that began and ended in the same building, on the same floor, he died two doors down from the room he was born in, under the same halogen lights and upon the same sterile sheets.
Born to the leader of the "Order of the True Algorithm", a "religious" "self-help" organization that preaches the pursue of absolute rational thinking and objective truth with the aid of technology, M-Rel was created to be the exemplary individual that suits this creed to a T. The boy was educated in an unusual fashion, he was taught to reject most conventional moral standards of society and instead instructed to consider occurrences in a purely mechanical manner. With a combination of special schooling and neurotic drugs, M-Rel seems to be growing into an eccentric, somewhat otherworldly, but well-read and cool-headed person.
That was until he grew to be 10 years old, the day that his "home", The Order's main complex, was raided by federal police. "Techno-terrorism" and "psychological experimentation" were the words of the day. Of course, a child who was kept in sterile halls and soaked in narcotic drugs was unaware of this. What he was aware of is the unfamiliar things and people all around him, it was overwhelming, the footsteps and the shouting and the creaking of doors and the rubbing of fabric was all overwhelming. M-Rel took the quickest and most pragmatic course of action to solve the problem, like he always had. A bottle of rubbing alcohol, a lighter, a sushi knife was all he needed to make himself comfortable again.
Before he knew it, M-Rel found himself in a new life. A man and a woman introduced themselves as his "parents", he knew the definition of that word, but not much else. This man and woman were a professor of philosophy, and a neuroscientist, it wasn't every day that one can find a child raised in a cult. They quickly found out that M-Rel was much more different than they could imagine, he was knowledgable, yet eerily undisturbed by anything. Including his acts of arson and assault that took the lives of three officers and two counsellors. And the most disturbing thing soon surfaced: M-Rel was never aware that he was completely colourblind.
His foster parents studied M-Rel's upbringing, and the various narcotics used on him, attempting to extract some academic value from this psychological tragedy, but they also wished for him to one day become reintegrated into society, believing that his sociopathic tendencies are more of a product of his environment that his nature. Eventually, M-Rel's foster mother received the approval of using a "WatchMe" on him - an experimental nano-neurotechnology that monitored the host's status administered medication such as sedatives and oxytocin.
For the next few years, M-Rel lived an almost normal life with his nanotech administered drug cocktail. He was still described as seeming absent-minded and strange by others, but he was much more subdued and less prone to extreme actions. Though this didn't continue indefinitely. Even with a panel of experts and his foster parents closing watching over him, the technology slowly became more and more ineffective as he grew. By the time M-Rel turned 18, the drug resistance he had built up and the changes as results of growth and rendered the WatchMe program's effects to a negligible degree.
It was rare that M-Rel had such clarity in his life, with his mind addled with various chemicals for the majority of his life, he simply acted as a machine that felt what it was ordered to feel. Just like how his clothing has the names of colours he cannot perceive stitched upon them, he lived through life only knowing labels of what it means to "feel alive". This was the first time that M-Rel felt something for himself, emotions were a great and foreign suffering for him. It was overwhelming. He wanted to do something about, something to lessen this pain of seeing his how he has lived his life.
This was when the serial killing of the "WatchMe" project group started. From the researchers to the engineers, at first, some thought it was a coincidence, or perhaps a foreign government, or even rival businesses, but it was hard to be convinced of that when every murder weapon seemed to be a blade. M-Rel's foster father eventually noticed that the household's sushi knife has gone missing, he immediately formed a terrifying hypothesis, then passed away peacefully due to bleeding caused by a damaged carotid. M-Rel ran away after his "father"'s death, it was overwhelming.
M-Rel went back to the place he grew up in, now an abandoned building that will soon be demolished. He shut himself in one of the rundown rooms with a flickering halogen light and dusty piles of bedsheets. The clock stopped ticking years ago, there was nothing, nothing other than M-Rel and his clouded mind. Eventually, his foster mother stepped into the room, along with the sound of sirens and chattering in the distance. It was the first time in many years that M-Rel couldn't think, that he was "panicking". He remembered what happened in his past, and what would befall him after this. His bloodied sushi knife still lied close to him.
When the lone woman that entered the building walked out into the flickering blue and red lights, and distant shouting, she collapsed on the ground sobbing. A medical team confirmed that the suspect has died, it was likely to be suicide, as the suspect has been quite unstable for some time now. The woman kept on weeping, though no one is sure if it is for what she has lost, or for what she has done.