The Other Piece

Chapter 1

Sofia POV

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"I can't stand this. The stupid council. Why do they get to choose what I  do for the next 60 some years I live." I groaned. This is too stupid.

I layed on my bed and gazed at the dome, or ceiling. White was all it was. I could watch tv on it, get online, anything but I liked it plain. There is just too much Technology for me. I read in an article online that about 200 years ago the barely had technology. I would love to travel back to that time.

"Sofia, dinner is severed." Albert rolled in. Albert is my robotic assistant. Meaning my robot butler pretty much.

"Ah, and what pill is it today? Steak?" I joked.

"Roasted turkey, ma'am. " He rolled on his his one wheel to me, handed me a simple dish with a single pill and a glass of water then left. Yep, that's my dinner. A pill. It does fill me up, but what ever happened to cooking and baking? I've read where it was mostly the mother that prepared the food then the whole family would come and gather at a table and eat together. It seemed perfect. Warm food, family time, everything I wanted to live in. But no, I was born in 2143 and it's all about being perfect. How? Allow me to explain. As a 17 year old girl, I would want to look perfect. Thin, tan, tall, everything. My name can be changed but I like my name, Sofia. Most people have wacked up names. I'm 5'6 and yes, I have curves. I'm what people would call "imperfect" but the thing is, I was born like this. At age 15 I was suppose to have beauty surgery,  but I refused. My parents were pissed. I'm what society calls, a Rebel. I've got brown hair and eyes, while everyone else has red, yellow or some other unnatural color. See, everything thing is materialistic here. It's all fake. Everyone here is fake. They change who they are so people will like them. It's stupid.

Even though I'm 17, im about to turn 18, which is my turning point. The council has this thing that as soon as you turn 18, you're on your own. You must find "the one" get a job and live your life they want. Not me, I wasn't going to live like that.

I sighed and looked at my wrist. The numbers 18:43 glowed. I rolled my eyes and took the pill and drank. Most kids my age are most likely partying. And by that I mean drugs, alcohol and sex. The council encourages it to. When we are born, the council has doctors to do some surgery on us that allows us not to get pregnant until we are married. So every night at a party, girls are throwing themselves at boy and boys are eating them like candy. It's disgusting.

"TIP, play favorite playlist." I said and suddenly music filled my head. TIP, a device installed in people,  is a computer that does anything in our minds. Allows us to communicate with people far away, see what ever, listen to whatever, even record's dreams, if you still have them. Most don't. Luckily, I did.