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Wanted
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Continúa, Has publicado feb 08, 2022
Between 1854 and 1929, up to a quarter of a million children from New York City and other Eastern cities were sent by train to towns in the Midwestern and Western states. 
The orphan trains as they were later known served to remove children from slums and get them off the streets by transporting them to 'good' homes out West. Life in the rural Midwest was deemed better for the children than life in a crowded Eastern city, where epidemics of typhoid, flu, and yellow fever left many children orphaned. But not all the children were orphaned, many were simply abandoned or their parents could no longer take care of them due to poverty or illness. 
Rather than placing children into the overcrowded and bleak orphanages, the Children's Aid Society placed them out of the area and in a family setting in rural America where they were to be of service to those taking them in. 
This is the story of eleven year old John who was one of those children.
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The war had ended. Nations rose from ash, but the scars ran deep through the soil, the air, and the blood. The strong had grown weary. The weak had multiplied. The human body, once the symbol of endurance, had lost the title of "the indomitable human spirit." Minds broke more easily. Soldiers fell faster. And beneath the looming shadow of the Cold War, that weakness became unacceptable. A sickness they called weakness spread, some said it was in the water, others blamed the Americans, the air, even fate itself. One truth remained: the human body was no longer enough to survive. Many refused to accept it. They would sooner go extinct than admit they were no longer the "superior beings" they once believed themselves to be. But one man could not accept it. In a forgotten corner of Moscow, behind layers of concrete, a vision was born not from hope, but desperation. The Americans had weapons the world had never seen; nuclear arsenals that could erase cities in a single breath. The Soviets could not afford to fall behind. If they could not win through machines and missiles, they would win through biology. Even if it meant tearing families apart. Even if it meant rewriting what it meant to be human. Their goal was simple: to create a new generation, stronger, faster, immune to the limitations of the ordinary human body. Children would become soldiers before they could even walk. Minds and bodies sharpened for war. A new world would rise from the ashes of the old, an unbroken nation, one where no foreign foot would dare step. For a moment, all hope was lost. That was until Subject 01A. - ? ? ? "Is it wrong to want to live?" ? ? ? "It's WRONG to torture people for a stupid fantasy!" ? ? ?"Fantasy? Subject 01A doesn't look like a fantasy now, does he?" Description edited: 12/18/2025
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I have been getting into trouble often over the last year and Mom had hit her breaking point. When faced with the choice between a state-run boarding school for troubled teens or my grandma, Mom chose what she called 'the lesser of the two evils'. Grandma. Did that imply, Grandma was evil? Is that why I hadn't met her before or why Mom never once ever mentioned her? Unfortunately, I was about to find out. It would be a year that I will Never Forget! *Cover credit goes to SrdVegaDesigns