For ages there has been conflict. Between the humans and, the others. There was actually much of a difference between them. The "others" we nice and the humans... Well they were just, humans.
No one was equal. No one wanted to be equal, they all wanted to be above one another in some matter to make them feel more, powerful.
The "others" well, they were to be the lowest, at least to the humans but no one really knew their full extent. The extent to which the would no longer be "others" there would be none of them to which their extent be meet, the humans , would've been extinct there would no longer be such an "other" there would be equals. Something the world really needed. But the word "equal" was rarely used.
"Equal" meant to be the same.
And no one was the same.
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Mystery / ThrillerBarcodes. That's what identified us. Not a name. We were too different for that. We were all looked down on. Not even a hint of remorse for us. But someone was about to change that, and her name was Evelyn James.
