Normal

The Strongsuits -- They functioned perfectly, exceptionally well actually. Made to be a better human; unstoppable, smart, strong, talented, and not made to feel. They also looked identical to humans. Organs and everything. The only way you could tell is the gadgets that came built in and the blue gloss over of their eyes every once and awhile. But heck, you can't really tell anymore. And surely a thing with so much intelligence and that are much stronger than humans couldn't have been happy doing the unwanted jobs. They did whatever humans didn't want to do and were whatever humans didn't want to be. Keyword...were.

Normal, a standard. So who is normal set by? For society as of 2257, the Strongsuits...as for me, it's different. I control my path, my normal. But that's not where my story begins, and I was about to find that out.