I was created to kill, to obey.
Needless to say that I shouldn't feel anything,
and less falling in love.
Maybe this will be my downfall, or maybe this will be the fillip to open my eyes and fight…
But anyway this is no longer their decision,
Now I’ve got the control of my life, finally,
And I’m not going to let them take me again.
In a world where people and artificial people live together in harmony, life is not as peaceful as people think, under that cover of happiness the world has been divided between the side that accepts the new perfect humans and the side that don't. This last group is willing to finish what began only a few years ago:
THE CREATION OF ARTIFICIALLY ENHANCED HUMANS
My name is Elia, and my serial number is 1001. My mission? Kill the rebels.