The Perfect Human
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Last published Sat, Mar 7, 2015
Have you ever thought that when you feel alone , you're not the only one feeling like that ? I mean , lets be honest , I feel alone , you feel alone , everybody feels alone , but only if they know there's something more to life than they've already got ... If loneliness is all you ever knew , you'll never feel its presence , but you'll just feel like you know there's something more to the world than only that .. -My Midnight Thoughts . This story goes on and on about a hand made , human doll given life to by Dr. Waatts , in the 19th century , she wasn't the only one that he has made , but she was the only one that hasn't discovered yet she has to escape from the evil man . The human dolls are named by the people who have claimed to see them "Perfect Humans" , they're stronger , faster , smarter , yet still human ; they have feel , they think , they're curious , yet they've been only watching us ....
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