I live in a old small home. My mom, F521 Was a failed experiment when it came down to love, so she died. My father is the one who raises me.. Better known as M234. You may wonder why they are called thoes names, Because they are experiments. I was suppost to be one, but my father and me ran away before they could take us back.
Anyways, I am part machine, or Cyborg. Its normal here in this time, But back then it wasnt. I cant imagine a world without tecnological people. It must be tough and hard. Unbearably hard. The world is so polluted, and its rare to see a tree. How is the air clean? We have oxygen generators to keep us breating around the area, if not a mask is needed to safely breath.
Im poor, Thats why I live in this home. Its suprising we dont live in a neighborhood thats full of robbers and everything, thats in the middle of the city. We call it the ghetto. In this neighborhood everyone supports each other and is extremly nice. Quiet werid me doesnt talk and tinkers small macines and so on. I love this neighborhood but.. Its sad in some ways. I guess thats it for now.
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Science FictionThis story is set in a futeristic timezone, Beth, The main character is part macine, or cyborg. She lives in this unruly awful world untill most of it goes out with a "Bang"
