I was six when i was moved. Moved from one building to the other. All for the sake of being their so called "saviour". Such a burden should never be put on the back of a single child. Such a burden should never be put on the back of any child. Everybody thought of me as "wonderful", a "champion", and most of all the one who could save them. I never knew my parents. Siblings, don't even know if I have any. Friends? Didn't have many, only two. They don't have any religion and if they did it'd be biotechnology. When they first discovered biotechnology I was 4. As a 4 year old I viewed the world from happy-go-lucky eyes. I thought nothing could go wrong. Until it did. 5 years old i was pulled aside in the white halls of a building that's now in ruins. The person who pulled me aside was a westerner, much like everybody else. He told me I was destined to help people. His people. When I heard this I was thrilled. But I had no clue what type of hell I would endure.
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The Project
Science FictionThe use of biological modifications to an individual(s) is what's keeping the westerners alive. Though it hasn't been easy to make these modifications. The modified people have either died in the process or died shortly after. With wars breaking out...
