Prolouge

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..//welcome.SLHLORD

Whether it be from the rugged wasteland that was now her home, or the isolation and loneliness from being excommunicated from the only city she has ever known, Shiloh was no ordinary girl. She was young, living in one of the most innovative ages of technology yet; she was a good girl. She was complacent like they wanted her to be, followed their rules, believed that were created to protect them like they said they would. Despite staying within the thick, unwavering lines the TRBD  - Technology and Robotics Biodiversity Department - had painted for her and her community, something unsettling seemed to linger. Something that, in the very fiber of her being and the chords of her heart, told her that what they showed her was not the truth. She had not been the only one, but she had been the one to take the fall for it all.

It was slow and steady as TRBD crept its way into the backgrounds of the major government in her community. Her parents begged her to listen to reason, her closest friend was going to let her fall through the cracks when they came for her. 

Shiloh was not a sheep, she knew that her parents were not and she knew her friends were not. TRBD had made them sheep, and Shiloh was going to free them.

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