The Manufactured

"Manufacturing is more than just putting parts together. It's coming up with ideas, testing principles, and perfecting engineering, as well as final assembly."
-James Dyson

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Her mission was to escape, not to fall in love, especially at a time like this. Survival was supposed to be her first priority, yet she found herself more worried about him. She didn't know why she cared so much about him, he wasn't even the same race as her. Even if he was manufactured also, he was still a burden and the last thing she needed was a burden dragging her back. So why'd she let him?
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"The Manufactured are a variety of different races that the government has made. Cyborgs, Vampires, Werewolves, elves, and everything in between. You were chosen by the government to be manufactured. It's an gift that you should accept. I-"I interrupt her.

"Gift that we should accept? I was kidnaped and tested on like a lab rat, yet you think I should accept it? What kind of bullshit gift is this?"I rage.

"Yes, you should always accept your gift. Even if you don't like it. Now, off to bed,"she finalizes.

I glare at her and head back to my 'bed'.

"I'll get out of here one day, and I will get my revenge,"I whisper to myself.

"You sure about that?"a male voice asks.

I look up. Oh!