It's 2141. Clones have taken over as the dominant species. Using brain nanochips to surveil thoughts and actions, they have pushed traditional humans down to a status of low-class workers in a discriminatory dystopia.
A nineteen-year-old aspiring me...
A huge, thick, dark beige envelope. On a handsome delivery guy's hand, who was standing in front of my home's front door that Wednesday afternoon.
"I need you to sign here, miss," he said while extending me an acknowledgement of receipt on his black tablet and a neon blue digital pen.
"What's this? Who is it from?" I asked more to myself than him.
"I dunno. The only thing I know is that I got paid my full salary of an entire year as a rush fee if I delivered this to you this afternoon, miss."
I was flabbergasted to know that.
"Have a nice day, miss!" he exclaimed merrily.
When he rode away on his motorbike, I locked the front door and opened the envelope. Inside I found a degree certification from the University of Thalis with my name on it (specifying that I was a brand-new graduate in Technology and Engineering), a deed for a garage downtown signed by Apollo (claiming that I was the beneficiary owner, but not the actual, legal one – that was him, by the way), a small box with the keys to the property with half a silver heart as a keychain. My jaw dropped and my eyes threatened to pop out of their sockets while I read and held the keychain.
Oh, please! Don't tell me he's got the other half of the heart-shaped key chain with a copy of those keys!
There was a note signed by Apollo, as well. The paper felt thick and soft to the touch, top quality to be sure. Its perfumed scent of leather and wood left me in awe. I had never held a more expensive piece of paper in my hands in my entire life.
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I couldn't believe it. My dream was within my grasp!
The only thing I needed to do was become Apollo's lapdog and spend "quality time" with him. What was that supposed to mean?
Whatever it was, to be honest, I'd rather die.
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"The waiting line is shorter than I expected," I admitted whispering to Sigi and my father when we entered the waiting room in the BioSolutions Centre, the building I hated the most in Thalis.
