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Resisting US Slavery

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My legally copywritten attempt at securing assistance in re-acquiring my freedoms and human rights to choose whether or not to be used as illegally owned & operated experimental test object. Without any form of signed contract or consent, I am fully aware of all scientific evidences that are being collected by internationally approved of & accepted organizations of terrorists and ritualistic sexual cults who flat out refuse to change their ways or announce their ownership of all living entities that currently reside planet earth.All Rights Reserved

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Human Status by DanickaCastro

I live in a world where I am nameless. I live in a world where I do not matter except or unless I am owned by someone. I do not have rights, freedoms, joys, wishes, or aspirations. I am property. I was born and raised to belong to someone that will one day take me away like the fairy tale stories that I listened to everyday in the house I live in. I prayed every night that a handsome prince would come and take me to live in his castle just like in the books. I prayed that I would be a princess and have a kingdom just like in the books. But I was never told that the books were all lies. I was never told the true reason why I was a well sought after commodity. I was never told that I am not the only one like me. When I found out it was too late to save myself. To think and in less than 4 days I will be taken away from my current home and be in a home of my own. I sat on the simple wooden bed hoping that my owner was nice and kind. I hated to think about some of the stories that I heard about the other girls like me. I hated thinking about being exterminated because I made my owner unhappy. I thought to myself that I would try real hard to keep him happy. I remember the covenant of rules that would keep me and my owner happy. I would need to follow five rules. 1. Always obey my owner. 2. Always be available to my owner. 3. Never talk back. 4. Always agree with my owner. 5. I am not human so I cannot do human things. I wondered how pretty human women were. I was so nervous about my departure I nearly refused to leave my room. I could leave if there wasn’t anything wrong with me physically. I remember the den mother telling me not to do anything that would cause a refund or else I would be exterminated upon refund. My new owner had thirty days to return me. If he returned me and no one else was interested I would be exterminated. I would be killed because it would be thought that I was defective and no one would want a defective product.

The Devoured Sons: Book One: Echoes of The Solemn Veil by sethdanielparker

Two generations after The Solemn Veil killed billions, AI Humanara rebuilt society, but not everything is as it seems. What secrets lie beyond the veil? The sun became our enemy, hurling lethal radiation through the Earth's suddenly and suspiciously weakened magnetosphere. Those who survived the initial onslaught cowered underground or in concrete towers, hoping to save themselves from man and elements alike. Just when humanity's future appeared most dire, the Benefactor emerged, sending his legions of AI Humanara to save the world and integrate with society. He was our savior-or so we thought. I lived behind the walls of Nashville, one of six districts inside the city-state of Athens. There was very little crime, and we never went without necessities. However, something about my life had always felt inherently wrong. I felt as if I were missing a part of my soul. After one elaborate night with friends, I discovered the simple yet elusive answer: freedom. As I pen this warning on the last day of a long life, I intend to share the truths I've unearthed about freedom, the illusions of peace, and the price of utopia so that you don't make the same mistakes we did. Thus, I invite you to go beyond the veil with me.

In an iron cage called a new body by Walker86295

"Are you sure you were attentive while signing the contract? Were you sure that this day would be the same as the previous ones, because you followed what was happening? Strange, then you would have noticed how something is poured into your glass of water. Forget about former life and do not interfere with our work."

Mindshift by debapriyab

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The Insurrection by norhannelsayed

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The experiment. by shrosz

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CRY NO MORE by MISSREDD01

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Toxic Human Test Subjects by pbandjemma

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Human Status

I live in a world where I am nameless. I live in a world where I do not matter except or unless I am owned by someone. I do not have rights, freedoms, joys, wishes, or aspirations. I am property. I was born and raised to belong to someone that will one day take me away like the fairy tale stories that I listened to everyday in the house I live in. I prayed every night that a handsome prince would come and take me to live in his castle just like in the books. I prayed that I would be a princess and have a kingdom just like in the books. But I was never told that the books were all lies. I was never told the true reason why I was a well sought after commodity. I was never told that I am not the only one like me. When I found out it was too late to save myself. To think and in less than 4 days I will be taken away from my current home and be in a home of my own. I sat on the simple wooden bed hoping that my owner was nice and kind. I hated to think about some of the stories that I heard about the other girls like me. I hated thinking about being exterminated because I made my owner unhappy. I thought to myself that I would try real hard to keep him happy. I remember the covenant of rules that would keep me and my owner happy. I would need to follow five rules. 1. Always obey my owner. 2. Always be available to my owner. 3. Never talk back. 4. Always agree with my owner. 5. I am not human so I cannot do human things. I wondered how pretty human women were. I was so nervous about my departure I nearly refused to leave my room. I could leave if there wasn’t anything wrong with me physically. I remember the den mother telling me not to do anything that would cause a refund or else I would be exterminated upon refund. My new owner had thirty days to return me. If he returned me and no one else was interested I would be exterminated. I would be killed because it would be thought that I was defective and no one would want a defective product.