YoursAlwaysDelirium
"Imagine if you had the option to be absolutely 100% perfect. All in one simple surgery. Or what if you were even lucky enough to be born this way? Thanks to modern day technology it is possible, and even very common. You're guaranteed to be super model ready, athletic, genius, healthy, and anything else imaginable. Sounds like a pretty good deal right? Wouldn't you want that?"
Faultless looks at me, smiling her pasted on smile, her bright purple eyes lifeless.
I lean back in the chair unmoved by this common speech.
"So tell me, what's the price?" I sneer, already knowing the answer. I am unafraid of these people. I know very well that this is all my decision. It says so on the 30th amendment.
She flicks her wrist, blowing off the question.
"Oh, you know, just a few things here and there." She replies.
I scoff.
I know the price. And honestly....
I'd rather keep my soul.