The Unnamed Part 1: Prologue Through Chapter 4

The Unnamed: Section 1

By Caleb R. Clark

Prologue

Before you read this rather fascinating book you have in your hands, be sure to think of this when you read it: it does not have any happy ending when it is over, or any happy ending at all of the author decides to make sequels. Of course, this is a science-fiction story that takes place in the future. You may decide what date it takes place in. After all, it is very difficult to decipher what level of technology according to what time period this book takes place in, but I assure you it does not take place in any time before 2050. If that is something you are interested in, then the author has just given you a small hint. But really, I am getting off of the topic. The true meaning of this book is to warn the society of today to not do what the government did in this book. Trust me, us higher-intelligence beings would not want to lose their lower-caliber friends in a fit of political corruption caused by corrupt leaders and teachers. What the author of this book is trying to teach all of the readers is that, no matter how tempting killing imperfect, innocent civilians is, it is not a correct operation to commit genocide. Now the author thinks that he has already spoiled enough of the book for all of you readers, so now you may enjoy.

Part one

Long Before the Upgrade

1.1

As I slowly crawled out of bed this morning, I wondered what new events awaited me at my school. I guess I shouldn't use that term anymore, since it is awfully old-fashioned, but it just seems to have a nice... texture to it. The way your lips progressively shrink into a tight circular position by the time you finish speaking the word.

"School."

Before I changed my suit, I took another glance at myself in the mirror in my Sanitation Room. I usually did this, but today I decided to look at myself long and searchingly. I always thought it odd how there are always 4 or 5 attendants at my school who look so much like me. It was like the people running the Hierarchy randomly chose some people to look a lot like each other. Those people, including myself, had a strange look of vacancy about their facial expressions at all times, as well as short, light-brown hair, small ears that were a little bit stuck-out, and a face that seemed to have no blemishes or scars. But the most intriguing thing about our faces was the fact that our eyes were a strangely flawless mix of hazel and brown.

As soon as I finished changing into a clean suit, I walked down the steps that lead to the Dining Area. I didn't pick out a Flavor Pack for my food. I didn't like Flavor Packs, and not because they didn't taste good, but because of the fact that at School they sometimes argued over which Flavor Pack was better, and arguing is a Mistake.

I don't like Mistakes. I don't like to make mistakes, either.

After I finished consuming my First Meal, I headed out the passageway that led from the Dining Area to the Living Quarters.

I like the Living Quarters. There is always someone in your family there, and even if there isn't then you always have yourself to look forward to talking to.

Thankfully, I was able to quickly figure out why no-one was at the Dining Area. I had overslept about three minutes, and everyone else had been able to eat their First Meal just before I came down to eat. Then I was rather angry at myself now that I had made a mistake.

But I was able to forgive myself when I saw my family. I saw always able to get into a better mood when I saw my family, especially since I only have the remainder of this Academy Year before I get sent away to go make a family of my own.

"Hello, Edwin!", said my Mother.

"Good morning, Mother", I replied.

This was always how I greeted my Mother in the First Portion of the day. This, of course, is how everyone greeted their family members in the morning. And when I mean everyone, I mean Everyone. It is required by Law to do so.