Chapter 1

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When the government started constructing and assigning protectors, our world was at war with itself. People who were merely bystanders turned on each other, crimes were at an all time high. There were not enough officers to keep the streets safe. Most of them fought till the end to keep their families and their towns safe, but eventually, they were later executed by rebel groups that had a bone to pick with the law.

When law and order became a dream and a form of hope, we knew it was too late to come back from this. In a final effort to keep their population alive, my country put everything they had into creating the protectors. Only the rich and powerful could afford one at that time.

The protectors are robots that look all too human in shape but are nothing like me and my baby sister. Their sole purpose is to protect their owners at any cost. They will fight even if they are torn limb from limb. They stop only when their core is destroyed or when their owner is safe.

Two years have passed since the government fell and people have formed massive groups, to hunt down and destroy any protector remaining. The sky turned red, the grass turned brown and trees turned into silhouettes of our dead. If you were lucky enough to find a gas mask, you were the luckiest person alive. One day I was going through a trash bin to find anything, and of course, everything was picked over months ago. I made my rounds around town and continued to look for anything.  Raided malls were picked over but you could sometimes find worn clothes and maybe a pair of shoes. That day when I decided to take a short cut home, my life changed again.  I don't know if it was fate or luck or maybe even a calling, but I changed as a human being and humanity found the one joker in the 500 million card deck.

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