Ok this is my first wattpad story-mabob, sorta deleted the rest because I thought the chapters werent long enought, i even kept a draft but, hope this is much more enjoyable- maybe.
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I stare into the sky. The sun burns into my eyes, like razors, getting into my minds. I know this maybe the last time I, that I know what the sun is, or how it shines upon the deceased planet, it once knew as earth, or watched it spin on its axis. Perhaps, know, people who's minds it has occured to, or disfuncuntually downloaded into, has thought of this a a 'Utopian Place', or as the place I am at the moment, in a few more minuites, I'll probably think like them. My hair swifty, floats across my face, making it feel as if a ghost whisped past me. My world its upside down- and no, not reffering to the upside, where blood trickles to the top of your head, and your feel the cold-warmth, whilst your on the monkey bars. The upside down, where the world, every corner your turn to...confusion. Not just because I don't fit. But soceity.
To whoever it may occour to, till this day, 14 years of being a mother-born human, with real parents who, died, 3 years ago, just for having me. In the war. Not a really a war, but people were killed, bombed murded DEAD. Just because we stood up, to have 'The Groon' shut down, it tormented the humans, it tortured us, for at least 20 years, of it's reign, changing soceity, as we know it. I have'nt known much about it's history, but a phyco, dicatator, whatever you want to call it, took over, and abused, the amazing, new science discoveries, people had recently had founded at the time.
Well anyways, after years of hiding, with the rebels, in a underground hideout, that nobody knew about, I was found, caught, and not I'm stuck, as prisoner, for no reason, whats so ever. Oh yes- for being FREE.For having a free, for not having any genticaly engineered parts in me, for not having my mind enslaved in a test tube at birth.
I turn to find food, on a solid grey tray...the usual, I'v grown with this stuff on my plate for, breakfast, lunch, dinner. A colourless blob.Fake.Flavourless. Doesn't kill hunger. Mostly eveything here is fake. The people,the...well their mostly genetically modified.Humans, have even created genetically engineered animals, who think talk, like humans. Maybe, even have emotions
"Eat up then, we can't give you the mind-medicine on a empty stomach", before me, stands a mixture of a cat, a human, and dog. A horrific creation. I am now terrified. What will they do to me? My stomach craves for food, but if I eat, they'll take me, and if i don't...well, they'll take me anyway. I have never had strength in me before. I'v only been scared- hiding- after they killed my parents- 3 years ago...when I was 11. I can't run- I can't hide. The only thing I have left- strength.
"Well I have'nt got all day,eat or eat the hard way!",I stare, at the food, it looks like a grey blob. At the 'NHHP', I ate this too. The nicest people ever were there, to look after me, the humans that belong to the fabric of man kind, not the fabric stitched on. I stare at it, and though I'v had it before, I stupidly ask "What flavour?".
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After forcing myself to stuff the food down my gob, Cardon (the weird cat-like creature from before who has been genetically made) leads me down the endless aisle, turning here, and there, on the way. I stare around me, and as i thought, the jail would be grey, as its not, but it is coloured in florescent colours, streaking down every path I'm opposed to. Some, so artificialy fake, and bright, they tear my eyes out, just one long stare, and their pierced. I feel a bit dizzy now, but I keep walking.
"Hmmm, never thought there would be anymore of you..." Cardon gives me a disgusted look, whilst peering from my head, to my toe, with his way to pink eyes "...creatures around." My eye brows crease, i purse my lips, and reply "Well, at least I'm not an animal-wait your not even a animal, more like some genetic shit, put together," then without a trace of the look on Cardon's face, i turn back, to look at the corridor, and act like I'm the boss. But from the corner of my eye, I can see Cardons breeded-crossed face, it seemed to me I hurt him. Oh well. I think I might become heartless.
It confuses me. How they did it. How they made Cardon. Out of bits and bobs of things that existed, and combined them genticly? Thats horrendous! They don't have real life spans, unlike us humans, but i think they probably have feelings. My heart-aches as I remember what was going to happen to me. I was going to be one of them. Only half the humanity left. Tears prickle my eye-lids, but I don't really want to cry. I don't want to be scared. I want to face it. No. I think to myself. Run. Faster than fast. Don't let yourself trail in their footsteps, loosing yourself from your, bearing a cage of burden, until your death. Don't. Be selfish. Just for abit.
My heart is pounding my chest, making it hurt. My eyes are flooded with tears, as I fall to the ground...crying. "I DON'T WANT TO DO IT!PLEASE!",I scream at the top of my lungs. I look like a weaking, a cowardy girl, I had to be strong, because strength...was the only thing I had left, it was what would keep me standing, brave, tall, it was important in this situation right now. I see Cardon, picking me up, from the ground, obviously engraged with my act...as so i thought. Instead, Cardon is emotionless,staring.
"Ok.",he says, and walks away. Wow. That was easy. Wait...way to easy. Where is Cardon? Bewilldered, I decide to look around, this, over the toply coloured place...
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My stomach hurt, and I had no idea where I was. I just sat there, my eyes darting into every corner, to see if this place. Had they knocked me out, then given me the medicine? I don't know. But I still feel like I'm me. My brain, must be funtioning fine then, none of the mind medicine, to conceal it, within its flowing power, to lock me away from the world, the truth of like, but for now , my humanity, and my brain and normal genetics, are the barrier between me, and the Groon. Perhaps one day, maybe not today, maybe not tommorow, but the big contraption, soulless, machine shall be stopped, stopped it shall be.
"If you want to do something, wish for it with your whole heart, and if it doesn't work, you do it yourself".
My mother had told me this. Before she died. It haunts me till this day, should I try to break out let fate decieve me? Should I let fear trap me within its cage? Or sit in this room for the rest of the time being, and wait as my life slowely will go by.
Better be my motto for now 'Sooner Than Later.'
