Printed

Prologue

My name is Black Vickler, I'm the oldest of the Printed and second only to the King. I was only seventeen when I received my first 3D printed body. I was the first of the human trials, normally they wouldn't use someone so young, actually Blakly Vanco was first in line to receive a new body at the age of 41. However, I was already dying, I was in the last stages of lung cancer. My father, desperate to keep me alive 3D printed me a new body, he was an intern at the time. It surprised everyone when the print and the transition ran smoothly. That was 117 years ago. I thought after I was healthy I would be able to live a normal life, but there is a side effect of being a Printed, Mates. No one knew why once you were printed you felt incomplete, it made you emotionless, mean. Many thought it was the loss of your original body that you missed. That is, until the first Mates met each other. It was 2 years after the Rise of the Printed 115 years ago. It's been 115 years that I've been roaming the world, from meeting to meeting, palace to palace, in search of my Mate. I have yet to find him.

My name is Code Jane, I'm the co-leader of the Born. At seventeen I hate the Printed. I mean you would too if your father left you and your mother for a new family of Printed. It doesn't help that he's King now. King Jane... Makes me want to shoot something, it's our mutual hate for my father that has helped my mother and I climb the ranks, making us co-leaders. The Printed are fake, after you've been Printed a part of you dies. We hear about it all the time, we do take in some of the Printed- those that don't want to have new bodies anymore, those that want to bare children and live normal lives. Those that we take in always talk about how something is missing, they don't feel complete. It's sick. I hate it.