I was. The metal thought I was. Because I was different. I didn't die like the others. I couldn't.
Immortal. That's what I thought I was. I hated myself for it. Because internally I would have to decompose. But I still had to face the world. Everyday.
I would be meat; barely living; bit still useless.
What they did to me was more painful than death. I just rotted away. My soul; dying a slow and painful death. But I just stayed there. That was the real fear. Because once that spark was gone; you were just a shell of your former self; left to roam the earth.
They put all the immortals away. I didn't know who they were. What they did wrong. I didn't even know what I did wrong; when I was 14.
Now I know. My crime was being me. KM3-218. Immortal. Imperfect.
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AdventureCompleted Although in need of editing. 'We would run again. Together. ' This book is set in the post-apocalyptic future of sorts. It is a contemplative novel about use of life and place in a narrative form. A bit of philosophy, bit of action, a lo...
