"Can you try and move that glass cup, Z-718?" The nurse softly asked as she pointed at the glass cup with the top of her open pen. Kory tensed a little at the mention of his 'name'. His name was Kory, not Z-718. It was so stupid to him, why not use real names instead of a simple letter and a series of numbers? There wasn't anything he could do, anyway.
Kory nodded, turning his head to face the glass, his hands clenching into little fists as he huffed, his head starting to ache from how much he was forcing himself to attempt to move a simple object, such as a glass cup. "I can't," Kory says, sounding frustrated at himself, tears brimming his blue eyes. The nurse's gaze softened.
"It's okay," she smiled gently. "Don't force yourself. It'll come to you soon." She encouraged.
"But all the other kids have their abilities, why don't I?" Kory sniffles, wiping his unwanted tears away. "Why can't I be like them?" A hiccup escaped his throat, the nurse not attempting to console the younger boy.
"Oh, don't cry. Boys don't cry." She gently scolded, putting the lid of her pen back on, before standing up. She towered over him. "I don't want you to be in trouble for something as simple as crying, do you?"
Kory shook his head, shoving his feelings deep down to hide them away, just like his other ones.
His feelings for D-278. He didn't know what his real name was, but he felt it would be pretty like him.
He shouldn't feel this way. Boys don't like other boys, and they certainly don't cry over petty things.
Kory only begged to be normal.
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Kismet
Science FictionKonrad Maverick, a seventeen year old boy who escaped from a science company that experiments with children and teenagers. After his second escape that succeeded, he urges to find a way out of the forest that engulfed the surroundings of the lab. Co...
