June 6, 3021.
Human 4.0. Human 4.0. Human 4.0. I laid on the bed, in the closet strapped up, thinking about the tattoo on my stomach. What does it mean?
The scientists locked me up in this closet. They pushed me around to place like I was a germ they didn't want to catch. Every now and
then I would hear voices. All about me. Those scientist's voices were all I could hear in my head. I also walked funny. Sometimes I would have
to walk on all fours because of my structure. And what seems to be crazy. I could talk to people mentally. It's amazing really. To have a power
such as this. All the others have weird powers too. The only thing they don't have that I have are memories. They talk in their made up language.
Yet, I could understand.
Jade- she's different now. Won't even talk. Ever since they cut our vocal chords and replaced them with a completely different voice,
ever since everyone lost their mind and replaced them with phony memories, ever since this project started.
The scientists wouldn't let me out of the closet. Occasionally they would come in fully protected and stick a needle in my neck or arm.
Every time they did that, I would think, "Why am I here? Why am I the one people afraid of?" Well, now I know.
I can take peoples voices away. I can take abilities away. I can take lives away.
This is horrid.. Too horrid.. I can't kill.. I'm not like that.. I'm not a murderer! No.. NO... NO!! Oh god. I can't do this.
Why am I here? I'm not supposed to be here. Why am I stuck here? Why am I obeying these people? Why can't I be normal again? Why
am I alone? Why are we suffering? What am I doing?
Why am I dead?
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Project 4.0
Science FictionHow would you like to be made from a lab? Where everyone started. To be brought into this world? Well, everything has been quite the same.. Until this project started.
