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The Numbered by bnlfan
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Imagine the second you're born, a consultant removes you from your mother's grasp and runs a battery of genetic and physiological tests on you. Thirty minutes later they give you a score out of one hundred which denotes your level of perfection. If your score is above eighty and you work hard to maintain that score you will have a charmed life; well fed, well-rewarded, spoiled. But fall below eighty and you're labelled Flawed, and life will not be so kind. Hannah is adopted by a Flawed family when her birth parents choose their social standing over their daughter and endures a life of struggle, hunger and service. One day Hannah is escorted to the regional government office and told that the Consultant who delivered her, who labelled her Flawed got it wrong! Now, she is being relocated back to her birth parents, to live as one of the Ninety-Five- all medically and legally judged as perfect. Entering this new life Hannah has an impossible decision to make which puts not only hers, but the lives of everyone she cares about at great risk. "The Numbered- where no one wants to be number one". Authors notes: -This is a first draft of my story and will be edited soon. -2013 Began writing Flawed -2015 Watty Winner/ Named changed to The Numbered -2016 Completed The Numbered -2019 Optioned by eOne for development into a TV show.
Monitored (Book #1 in the Monitored Series) by stutterbird
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We're being watched. They told us it was for our safety. They said that if they had access to our phone conversations and messages, we would be safer from threats. A few years later, they told us annual checkups with a physician were mandatory, in order to protect us from a deadly virus that was spreading quickly. With the threat of an epidemic, we reluctantly complied. The real trouble came when they implanted the Monitors. They see what we see, feel what we feel... know what we know. Being watched, indeed. With no means of escaping.