Defective

Defective

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Fantasy
Perfection. The highest possible degree in proficiency, skill and excellence. When I was younger my mother used to tell me that nobody is perfect. They are now. Maidie is a normal teen girl, living in a society of false, obessive, perfect people who are practically robots. Being imperfect had consequences, them being, lifetime imprisonment,death or Empirical Island. When Maidie chooses the Island, she is forced to acknowledge how much she truly values her life when it becomes a battle of the survival of the fittest. Under the governments careful watch and control, she must avoid the other contestant and come out on top. There is only one rule; you are not allowed to kill the other competitors.
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