"Three," my mom calls, " One needs you." One is my dad. Our "names" are ranked in household authority. My brother is Four and my mom is Two. I am Three, according to birthright. I enter the sleeping quarters, where my whole family sleeps. One stands at the foot of my platform.
"Lay down" he instructs me. I do. One goes to the side of the plastic board.
"Three, I need to talk to you about the transportation, the editors instructed me to."
"The editors only provide the best." I say, smiling at him.
"Transportations are rocky, as you already know." I nod, " I do not remember my transportation, but the editors told me that memory or parts may be lost in the transportation. This is normal, and all can be replaced, except memory."
I nod. I have known of these risks ever since I was able to talk. One continues,
"Once you get to your cell, you will meet your partner. After a week, the editor will infect you. They will put you in a coma in order to heal you. When you wake up, your own Three and Four will be there. The entire time, your partner will be trained to become the one."
"Infect?" I ask,
"With this prehistoric disease called birth."
I nod, if every Two goes through it, so should I.
The bell rings. I sigh and look up at One.
"Another day gone. See you in a week One."
Four and Two settle on the plastic board. I hear the leak, as the room fills with white gas. I close my eyes, and the world goes white.
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Fiksi RemajaThe apocalypse. 90% of the worlds population dies. The survivors don't know if they are immune or just very lucky. A committee is formed in order to decide the worlds fate. They decide to isolate the survivors to replenish the world. That was fifty...
