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My serial number flashes on the screen as I try to collect myself.
172634
I was given these numbers the second I got off the cattle car. They told me, "Do not forget. You will not get a new one. His is your name."

I was pushed forward in a large mob of people. Some to the right others to the left. My mother and I were separated her to one side and me to the other. I would never see her again. She would never see anything angina. She was being put inside a room she would never leave again.

I was being taken to a room I would never forget. Striped of all my dignity and rescue the for humans. I am just cattle now, I was told by an officer.

"Give me your arm and number," called out an officer holding a needle.

I responded and held out my arm. He brought the needle down and wrote the numbers into my skin. This is my name now and my life.

"Welcome to the future," he told me and pushed me away.

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