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Prologue

I hate myself. I hate how I was made to be this way. I hate everyone and everything that is happening. I hate how I am not me but made to be someone else.

They say this has never happened before. People are always happy to be who they are. They say no one has ever felt the way I feel about myself. I was made to be this perfect creation to benefit society like everyone else but something in me says this is just wrong that this is not the way we are supposed to live.

Editing and manipulating genes to make the perfect human. The "perfect" human the society needs. A human with no flaws and a human perfectly content with itself an everything around it. Yes ITSELF. We aren't people. We are ideal creations made to maximize productivity and help society. We are robots with no free will. A sorry excuse for a human being.

We are just mere puppets. Pawns. Made to be discarded after we have served whatever purpose we were created to serve. We were made to think a certain way, to do things a certain way and to feel a certain way. Whichever way they think we should feel and whichever way they deem fit.

Nobody knows their parents. They never had any. We are all mass produced in the lab. A synthetic zygote that has been made to be what they call "perfect". But what does it even mean to be perfect? What does it mean to be alive? Day in and day out, surrounded by the same "perfect" people working their 9-5 jobs to make the perfect society.

This isn't living. This is torture. It's a cell we are trapped in. A fish bowl and we are the fish in it. This isn't peace but I know where I will find peace. Away from this place. In fact, away from this life as a whole.

Goodbye. And I hope one day you all will wake up.

And that was all his note read.

Trace Baker

DOB: 08/06/2156

Lab 2968 Section A

Found dead in his one bedroom apartment

Cause of death: Hanging

DOD: 20/10/2178

"In the news, a story that has shocked the world. A 22 year old has presumably comimitted suicide. This is the first documented case of suicide this century and the first since 2042 AD."

"You hear that?", whispered a police inspector to Kyle.

"I sure do Ottovan. News wont shut up about it. I suppose it's a big deal but what can we do? The people at the labs messed him up. They must have inserted some wrong stuff in his DNA. He wasn't perfect. He deserved it."

"I suppose he did." replied Kyle.

The news spread like wildfire and it wasn't long before it reached the cabinet.

"They have started to wake up. This isn't good even at the slightest bit.", opined Rump Dillon, the Minsister of Home Affairs.

"This is not good Mr. President. We have to something about this." added the Minister of Education, Ron Rey

The President, Trojan Semoir finally spoke out, "It was just one of them we don't know for certain. All we do know is that there was something wrong with him. It isn't like the labs to mess up this way. There is something wrong and we have to stop it. TRACE BAKER. I will make sure he is the first and last one of the imperfect humans."