Under Control

It's the year 3785. The world has changed. A lot. And not in a good way. Meteorites have destroyed large parts of the earth. The part that still is there is inhabited by Objects. Each Objects has a number. In every Nation, they count the numbers differently. When an Object reaches the age of 16, they get a chip implanted in their heads, so they have a direct connection with the Controller he or she is given. The Controller looks after the Object, and makes sure he or she won't make wrong decisions and uses his or her Gift in the best way the Object can.
Everyone always thought this was the best way of living. You can't really think otherwise in here. But when a dramatic mistake was made, I came. I'm 346, and this is my story.

This story I'm writing for something called NaNoWriMo, where I have to write 50,000 words in one month. And I am sure I am going to reach that goal.

I actually reached my goal! WHOOP WHOOP! 50.005 words in one month :D