Reprogramed

Prologue:

I turn my head looking over my shoulder searching for that lifeless presence hovering over me.  "Back to work  224126!" I heard the robot scream.

 Lifting it's strong, artificial arm I could see its weapon.  It was white and clean and about the size of a child's fore arm.  It looked like it was the shape of a long stretched out circle.  It's very foolish underestimating it's critical damage, although if your a human it's very hard to anyway.  Especially after feeling it's hard shape strike you on your back everyday.

It hasn't always been that way though.  Slavery on all human's only started a couple hundred years ago.  I remember being taught this 10 years ago, even though I was 6 then I still remember it like it was yesterday.  Technology became too enhanced for people to control that they started to develop their own minds.  They had decided that us humans weren't smart enough to have our own civilization so they took over.  They figured that we would only be useful to help build their empire, so they enslaved us.

 Children from the ages of 3 to 20 now stay in factories stationed around the world.  They work for the robots by building more.  Each child has their own post that they are stationed to and are forced to work at everyday.  These factories are underground and are divided in to 2 sections, the human section and the robot section.  They are always shaped as a square maze which is always identified as the human area. The robot area is located in the center of the square and that is the Robotic Headquaters.  We are given these tiny rooms that we have to share with 5-10 other people our age and gender.  We are required  to wake up at a certain time depending on your station you work at.  I work in the 'medical force' as the robots would call it.  I have to get the tracking devices ready for injecting.  As if thats not enough, they place a metal braclet that locks on to your wrist that sends electric bolts through your body as a reminder of when you did something wrong or you are late.

Apperantly, since we are not worth owning our own civilization then we are not worth owning our own names except for the numbers the robots give to us.  We are givien these 'names' once we arrive at these factories at the age of 3.  The rather cruel laws of this now society states that when ever a mother gives birth she can ween it and take care of it for 3 years then robots come to retrieve this child.   Stealing a child away from their mother is what they call 'necessary'.  What they also call 'necessary' is when they inject the child with a tracking device then send them away to these labouring houses.

After you reach the age of 20, you once again are forced to move to another 'factory', in which you are forced to reproduce and take care of that child until they are taken.  Then you repeat that cycle until you die.  The more slaves the bigger empire.

I will never forget my name though or who I am.  I am Syrah Johnson and I know I do not belong to the robots.  This is now our reality and it has been reprogramed.