Synthetic Freedom

Synthetic Freedom

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Fiction
Science-fiction
As James hurtles uncontrollably towards the brightly-colored Azorex, he cant but help think about his 20 miserable years of existence. Created in a lab, he is everything but a real human. He has the capacity to learn, think and feel, but the corporation that made him ensured that no-one would ever know... Hi readers. So this is my attempt at getting involved in the 2019 Wattpad Open Novella Contest. It's a complete break from my usual genres and not one of the easiest to write. I will also be posting up my chapters as I complete them, which is nerve wracking for me because I usually like to rewrite and rework everything before I post it! So this is way more interactive and I hope that you guys will enjoy it! Cover Art and more to follow...
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