Defective

Our world has been invaded. Not by aliens, but from ourselves. Conditions are strictly for improving the world. Overpopulation threatens Earth. Terrorist attacks become common. War rages. In a desperate attempt to save humanity, all of the countries meet together to make an agreement. The final decision is that the world is created into one nation that will strive towards perfection. One nation that will resemble it's name. The Nazi Empire. In order to survive, the defective people and objects must be removed.

'She brought so much joy to me. Whenever I was trying to find my talent and became frustrated, she was there to always poke at me and say, “I knew that wasn’t for you, Serena. You’ll find your talent. Even if you don’t find it, you’re too pretty to become a Defective.” I would always giggle after that and we would try new things for me to try out.
She was always right. The government would never label me as Defective, because I had a potential of bringing up healthy and beautiful offspring. My natural baby doll face with big doe eyes and large red lips automatically put me with the Perfects. It wasn't till I turned sixteen though when I found my true talent, drawing.'

"What the world needs are people that will improve the society, not destroy it." - The Constitution of The Nazi Empire