2062. The streets of London were empty, as usual. The sun was blazing through the sky, now twice as big as it was 50 years ago. The only thing that dared venture out was the Guardian. If you'd had a near death experience, he would be in that memory. If you'd even had the slightest thought about murder, you'd disappear, and I'm pretty sure he'd be the last person you see.
My name is Aoife Harvard and I am 16 years old. I've seen the Guardian. In fact, I've seen him many times. You see, I'm not a normal human being, I mean, who is anymore? The only things that have survived this long are us. Mutants, experiments, hybreeds, whatever you want to call us.
You see, in the years 2020-2060 WWIII had been the reign of terror. It was devastating. Two thirds of the population had been wiped clean out. The remaining third; us. 'The weapons'.
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Action16 year old Aoife Harvard lives in a dystopian future. She is in the last third of the population. She is one of the weapons.
