Malfunction 209

Chapter One

Trembling lips, eyes filled with fear, black collars secured around multiple necks and numbers written on various foreheads. The display of seven barely clothed human beings, four women between the ages of 18 and 30, and three men between the ages of 16 and 22, were entertainment for the Perfects that crowded together in a large room and analyzed these seven from head to toe.

"I'll take number two's thighs and number four's nose," a woman from the crowd said as she raised her arm up to show "$100,000" glowing down her arm.

A tall, blonde and green eyed man proceeded to raise his arm up with "$500,000" displayed down his luxurious jacket sleeve. "I'll take number five's arms and his cheekbones for my son. His birthday's tomorrow."

"What a lovely gift!" remarked the elderly white woman standing next to him.

The sixteen year old male imperfect standing on the stage looked frightened as he watched a few more Perfects bid on their body parts. Vile threatened to come out of him, but he forced it down, not wanting to show weakness to the people who didn't care what happened to him. Without thinking, he moved from his place in the row and tried to run off the stage. It was futile.

The taller and stronger Perfect male scientist grabbed him and forced him onto his knees with one flawless movement. His head was pulled back in a rough gesture. All he could do was watch as the Perfects in front of him laughed at his failed attempt to escape. Tears streamed down his face followed by a loud heart-wrenching scream that took over the entire room. The laughter of the higher ups only grew stronger, savoring and relishing in the agony of the terrified product before them.

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"Please strip off your clothes and step onto the platform."

The way he spoke was gentle and non-threatening to the ears who heard it. Malfunction 209 stood without fear or embarrassment to the older man's command. A well built Caucasian man with light green eyes, dirty blonde hair, a well sculpted face and body to match. It was hard to determine how old he was, but 209 assumed that the man was in his early 40s since he had seen him quite often growing up. He was a scientist with great authority and Malfunction 209 was accustomed to this routine.

Routine...he thought as he began to strip his body of the blue and black uniform that bound him. He was used to this exposure. He was used to this procedure of baring it all in front of male and female scientists.

There was no room for shame here. Not for his kind.

Malfunction 209 approached the platform and stepped onto its cold surface that would again and again send shivers up his spine. The spotlight shined on him, he was the star, the target of attention, and the specimen these scientists got paid to examine yearly. A red scanning light slowly started to move down his body while the computer monitors in the room took note of all the perfections.

A woman approached him. At a glance Malfunction 209 could tell that she was ideal, by the way her body was structured to look like a goddess, her hair shiny, long and radiant, her eyes a sky blue with long elegant eyelashes to decorate and compliment them, her dark brown skin and her face chiseled to create a perfect shaped head...The best way to describe her – beautiful.

"Malfunction 209, 26 years old. Asian. Born October 24, 2060. Blood type O. Height: 6'2. Weight: 160 lbs. Eye color: Hazel. Hair Color: Brown."

The man from before approached now. He slowly made his way around Malfunction 209, closely observing every inch of his exposed body.