Each of us had jobs around the world. Some had simple jobs and others had jobs that cost their lives, but in the end we were all the same. We were a weapon.
My job was unfortunately very important because it had to do with all of us. When I first started the job, I knew what I had to do and I thought it was going to be easy but I was wrong. I was so wrong. It was a simple job, really. My emotions were locked inside with no way of ever returning. The creationists believed that certain emotions and feelings made us imperfect. So we were created without love, without forgiveness, without anything that would get in the way of successfully finishing a mission.
But the creationists forgot one thing . . . they forgot that we weren't robots just because they made us. We were skin and bones. We bled the same blood. We cried the same tears. And I fell in love like a normal person would.
One Year Ago...
"Remember who you are. Remember your mission, Cyan," Naomi repeated.
Naomi was a creationist, a good one. And probably the youngest one of all. Her father also worked for Generations, that was the reason she was in this mess. She lived and breathed Generations. Ever since her father had to let go of the life he used to have. She also was held accountable for all the times my ass had been saved. I guessed in a way, she was my guardian angel, a mother. Figuratively speaking, of course.
I nodded. "I know, I know."
She placed a backpack over my shoulder and stared deeply into my eyes, like she was afraid for me. She knew my mission was going to be long and difficult, and she was scared that I wasn't going to successfully complete it.
"Please don't be stupid. Finish the mission as quick as possible. If they don't contact you by the end of the year then you know what you have to do. You have to finish it," she told me for the fifth time today.
I rolled my eyes. "Good to know that you believe in me."
"I believe in you. But your heart is pure and good. This isn't the job for you. You are different from the other pubs."
She was wrong. I was just like all of them. Just because I could think for myself didn't make me any more unique from the rest. We just weren't allowed to speak against them. We weren't allowed to say no.
"Okay, let's go over it again before we let you go."
"My name is Cameron Adams. I'm twenty one years old. I was born in Austin, Texas and I was raised by two foster parents," I began. "I moved to Detroit, Michigan because I wanted a fresh start."
She nodded her head. "Okay good. If you are stuck, make it up. Or wait till the communication tower delivers you more of your fake life."
The van went to a halt and I quickly got out of it, turning around to stare back at Naomi. She smiled reassuringly and winked. The van quickly disappeared into the night, leaving me alone in the empty streets of Detroit. It was the first time I felt free. I had a year to build my own life. I had one year to do what ever I wanted — so long I was doing my job right.
I looked down at the letter I was given. I had to find Corey Lee, a twenty three year old male who was pretty important to the creationists. Actually, it was his father who was important to them. Corey was just a backup plan. The creationists were always ten steps ahead.
They gave me a very detailed and specific list of things about him; his likes, dislikes, ambitions, goals, friends, enemies, college classes, locations, everything. It was scary how easy they were able to grab any information about you. They even included a picture of him on the back; Blonde, green eyes, Caucasian, he was beautiful.
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