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| [Introduction]
In a world where everyone wants to be perfect, changes in the life of human beings was to be expected. Women were considered more beautiful, but not because people had changed their perspective. No, it was because they were changing themselves. Not in the mental or spiritual ways, but only the finite and physical. The men are no different. You must "dress for success" as an old saying once preached. Magazines are the only things preaching today. Yet life has not changed so much as you'd think. Children go to school, men and woman court, and everyone tries to scramble up the corporate ladder. But the human element is no longer valued as it was before. Abortion is rampant, and strangely, infertility as well. So the children are reared with special care. To change the world... or so they say. But the children themselves have no real say in it at all. Once they show any talent in a specific area, they are immediately sent to work in that field. Not many finish school, and those who do, those who show "special" talents, are taken away to government schools and usually emerge as great leaders. Great, meaning manipulative. I am none of these, at least not yet. And I'm different. I'm not saying I'm better, or anything, but I am different. See, I wasn't born. I was created. And its time for this experiment to be revealed to the world. ------ -One person must play my "parent". You are not a sadistic scientist, but actually love me and decided to create me for reasons of your own. You can be either gender. -The other's in this campfire will be people I meet, associates with my scientist, spy's, government heads, etc. -You have three days to add, and I am going to try to keep this campfire small, so all get a turn. -No cursing, sex, or graphic violence. -Have fun. :) |
 Wiskers  The rain was pattering hard against the roof. After even re-creating themselves, people still couldn't control the weather. Hmm. It doesn't matter though, cause I like it. It... calms me. I'm sure how or why, but it does. And besides, as I said before, we can't change the weather. So we might as well enjoy it as it is. My name's Kayla Reynolds. Apparently Kayla means pure, and... keeper of keys, I think. I'm not sure about why I would have been named after a "keeper of keys" especially since my dad still locks his lab sometimes and won't let me in. I haven't been out much, at least, not in the real world. I get to go out and explore my father's property. We have lots of land, with lots of trees. We even have a river that snakes its way through. Isn't that cool? But it ends at our wall. We have a huge wall that surrounds our house. Its made to look like brick, but actual brick hasn't been used for centuries. It really some sort of metal, but I like to pretend its brick. We have a big gate, as high as our wall, through which we get the things we need. I'm never allowed out when we get deliveries though. Sometimes I would try to climb the tree's so I could see over the wall. I've only managed to get high enough once. It was really... beautiful. Not in the way our house was beautiful, but it was still attractive. And way busy! Lots of lights, buildings, motion. Lots of... people. The only person I've ever talked to beside my father was the doctor who comes to see me sometimes, to make sure I'm healthy. She always seems so amazed whenever she sees me. I'm not sure why. I look like her, don't I? I don't look like a dog, or a bug, or a rock. I'm sure, because whenever she leaves I check myself in the mirror. My dad built me, or created me. Whichever way you want to put it. He spent nearly his whole life in research, and then in the actual forming of me. He says the world isn't ready for me yet. Hopefully it will be soon... cause I'm ready for the world. LdyPhoenix Dr. Bansuri Malhotra felt butterflies form in her stomach as she approached the scenic compound in her car. Every time she passed through the large gate that protected Dr. Reynolds and his work, something ominous came over her being that made her want to never return. But every time she left, Bansuri knew she was would return, and it had nothing to do with her government assignment. It has everything to do with the little girl who wasn't.As she pulled into the driveway, Dr. Reynolds appeared at the doorway, his face grim. He hadn't smiled since their first meeting. He always had an expression of dismay when he peered at her work and the final results with the physical exams. Protective. Silently hostile. As friendly as a large cactus. She would rather be having a root canal. She got out of the car with her medical bag in hand, and steel herself for walking inside. The smile upon her face was stretched to the max. "Dr. Reynolds. Nice to see you today." He shook her hand for a moment. "Dr. Malhotra." He stepped aside to let her in the door. "She working on her studies at the moment. Let me show you the way." It had been her doctor since the beginning, yet he still wouldn't let her go unaccompanied inside the house. The only moment she was left alone was when she was still physically examining Kayla, and even that seems watched. Kayla was sitting crossed legged in a large leather desk chair, several text books and papers scattered across the desktop, staring out the window into the rain, hand on her chin. This was a young girl daydreaming about the world. An average girl. Built by the man holding the door for her, staring at like she was the enemy. It was a rock and hard place. She had yet to get over her shock. Bansuri cleared her throat. Kayla turned around and a genuine smile appeared on her face. "Dr. Malhotra." "Kayla, how are you doing today?" "I'm doing find as always." She peered around Bansuri's shoulder, and sent her father a big grin. "It's okay, Dad. Dr. Malhotra and I are going to be right down to business. No worries." "I'll leave you to it then. Be good, little one." "Always, Dad." Dr. Reynolds nodded once in Bansuri's directions before shutting the door. Bansuri placed her bag on the table and took out her stethoscope, placing it around her neck. She placed her other instruments on the table, including the notebook with her checklist of procedures to go through. She tried not the let her fingers tremble as she did so. All these years and it never got easier. "What have you been studying, Kayla?" "Geology. World history. Trigonometry. But that's not what I want." Bansuri turned from her work and smiled. "What do you want to learn?" Kayla propped her elbow on the desk and leaned her chin on her hand. "The real world, Dr. Malhotra. Tell me about the world outside the gate." © Copyright 2009 Wiskers, LdyPhoenix, (known as GROUP). All rights reserved. GROUP has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and its syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work. |
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