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Perfection

Perfection

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Science Fiction
In 2050, bombs rained down on America, leaving the surviving people with nothing. No happiness, no joy, and especially no hope. But out from the rubble, came a new civilization called, simply, the Empire. It was perfect in every way, shape, and form. Or so they thought. The day the bombs came, a 13 year old named Lilly Evans was left with nothing, no friends, no family, and especially no home. But she was lucky, her parents were chosen for a special program called Project 453, led by the Empire, to have her genes altered to the Empires specifications, in other words, become a super human. Sure, it wouldn't be ideal, but Lilly would be happy because she would at least have food, friends, and a roof above her head. Everything would be fine. Or so her parents thought.
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