No one has a name. We are all numbers. Everyone has always had a number instead of a name since anyone can remember and there are no records of anyone having a name, always a number.
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This is a story about how me and my best friend found out the truth about the Government and the truth about his parents disappearance.
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It all started three years ago...
Life had never been kind to you, it seemed to be one tragedy after another. You found yourself alone, afraid... an outcast.
Being part of the scouts was no easy job, but you coped. It was easy enough to get by, but you weren't he only one in your body, yet, no one knew.
You know one day your secret would come out, you'd be exposed for who you really were.
What happens if you lose control?
Who would save you?
Who would be able to bring you back?
Who would defend you?
What if it's the person who you least expect?
Who would be or anchor when you need one most?