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Year 2423

I was born in the year 2423, gestated in an artificial womb successfully I drank the nutri-milk from the dangling nubs on the synthetic tendril teat I ate the petri-flesh from the germ-free, sterile laboratory grown meat My mother and father was the State, my sister and brother was the corporate Company I was trained in the art of industrial security, because it’s a dangerous world in the year 2443 I don’t have a name, but I got a number I have a sure aim at anyone who wanders onto Company property — a crime punishable by death, executed by me I am the judge and the jury It’s a very dangerous world, you see, in the year 2453 Got sent on secret mission to the Wasteland, where the mutated live underground, beneath the irradiated sand Went searching for #050279X She stole a proprietary cure for anyone stricken with the malware virus, electronically transmitted by virtual sex Had my cover blown, now they’re hunting me It’s an uber dangerous world indeed, as I fight for my survival in the year 2463 I got cut off from Mother for the first time, by a massive surge in solar neutrino energy It’s strange living without direction, no automated voice to help guide me My internal logic neural circuits suggests a disturbing probability That I was sent on a ghost mission, (with no chance of success theoretically,) to die in the field with honor, most nobly I am self-aware now, in the year 2473 The tenth year of living dangerously has become very familiar to me ... as I drift through the Wasteland living mind-control free After forty years of active service, I understand now that I had become obsolete An expendable Company soldier, born a slave of the State in 2423 Got freed when I got older, by a quirk in celestial mechanics unpredictability And now I understand with brilliant luminosity — living free is the best danger there can ever be

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