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Perfect Genes

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Fantasy/Sci-Fi. Language.

I have been selected.

I have no idea why.

There were no warnings.

But because of my genetic makeup, here I am. So far from home. No longer in control.

What happens when you are born perfect?

Currently my story is in the form of letters, but it will probably be made into an actual story later.

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Sam,
          I miss you.
          It’s been too long since we last talked, wouldn’t you say? Ever since they moved me here I haven’t even been able to FaceTime you. They make me exercise much more than I thought they would! And after I work-out they make me relax, which apparently can’t involve talking to friends. I must read and even cook. I don’t understand it.
          Hey, speaking of friends, I made one! I know, such a crazy thing, Celeste Rains making a friend! How incredible! Don’t make such a big deal out of it. I know if you were here you’d probably build a sound effect of thousands of screams just for this moment.
          But that’s off topic. I said I made a friend and I’m serious! There’s this guy, Ray, and he brings my clothes every day. He’s quite fashionable!
          I miss you, Sam, more than the stars. Ray isn’t even close. There’s no inventors here, and I think art died a long time ago. The only things anyone could be capable of inventing are fear and pain, at least as far as I can tell.
          I miss your little robots and your laugh and your geeky Star Wars shirts. I miss your room with the constellations on the ceilings and the posters on the walls.
          I miss you.
          It’s horrible being shut off from the world.
          I wish I had never been born, I wish I had never been discovered. I should have just left the sheet blank and never even applied for the experiment.
          Because no matter how perfect I seem, I’m only perfect when I’m with you.
Avec Amour,
Celeste Rains

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Momma,
          I love being here! It’s so peaceful. I get to read as often as I want, and there’s pasta makers here. Rolling out the dough each morning and cutting them into shapes makes my day!
          But I miss you, Momma. It’s hard being so far away from my home, my family, my friends. You and Poppa were my anchors, and now that I’m miles and miles away it’s hard to focus. And Lizzy, too! She was a little bright spot in all my days.
          I have photos of you, and for now they’ll have to be enough. They still won’t lend me a phone to FaceTime or a computer to Skype. No communication besides these letters, apparently.
          I’m trying to remain positive!