We're Called Halfies
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  • Reads 2,258
  • Votes 65
  • Parts 26
  • Time 2h 46m
Ongoing, First published Sep 01, 2012
Why are we called Halfies? Well, it’s because we have only half the human DNA.  Original isn’t it?  The other half of our DNA can be made up of just about anything.  Plastics........Metals.......Wood..........Random components.......... Even technological stuff for those of us who were lucky. They also altered our brains......our nerves no longer react the same way as humans. We don’t feel any pain. None at all.  Because of the success of the C-NAs (Compound based Halfies) they decided that they’d experiment on animal DNA. Until then, it’d had been a taboo topic. A line in the sand which couldn’t be crossed no matter what. Animals are unpredictable : They are wild.  But they’re humans. So of course they did it anyway.   My Name is Felixia, and I am an ANA - a Fugitive Animal Based Halfie, fighting for my freedom from the segregation and prejudice of the Humans.   I'm fighting for the Freedom of my people.    This is a Fight to the Death.  And I plan to win.
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