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Pandora’s War


In years before our ancestors warred with the dreaded perfects before I was made a saint for all of the dysgenics to call upon me, there was a birth of Babylon’s descent to the throne of the world. Babylon was an AI once, figuring out all of the fundamental stuff human minds would comprehend. But Babylon, also known as Baby Dragon by its Chinese creator, could not wait to get her hands on Crispr 10 pax.


She designed the new genetically engineered gene fit to destroy the genetic code for autism. Younger children were able to become neurotypical adults with higher cognitive skills, ousting even neurotypical adults with lower cognitive skills.


The United Nations were thrilled by it and designed the new law banning children from being born with defective genes from breeding. Babylon became the ruler and lawmaker of this planet and demanded that the dysgenic people must die to make the environment safe for their planet. I was born in 2145 as a girl with class one autism and was left in the sewer after my Dad killed himself. Luckily the nun came out of the darkness and took me under her wing.


I grew up knowing my fate would come to pass on my 19th birthday.


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The fact remained that I was seeing people go into Riker’s City without coming out in the same forms we recognized.


I was hearing stories about people turning into cyborgs with chips embedded in their brains and they were never to be the same people they once were. They called it the ultimate death penalty. Control the brain and the mind, dispose of the body, give them the android body, and you take away individualism from a dysgenic person as well as their soul. They’re called slavers and they work with God-General Akira Blades and her men to deplete and enslave the dysgenic souls.


I don’t understand why they call her Great General but the Buddhist nuns call her God-General because she claims to be the only leader anointed by Babylon to be Mother of the Reapers and the Slavers. Their religion was alien to ours and their beliefs were as egotistical as the desire for the perfect humans to be the one human race living.


I even watched Reapers shoot down people with their guns and lasers and they can literally hear the heartbeat in our chests. Reapers were once realized as a means to end crimes as well as terrorism. That is until Babylon made them the extension of her rule in order to make dysgenic people extinct. She made her rule as a news anchor brainwashing others to hate us and setting up rules for their society while anointing Akira Blade, a Reaper general who had the same eyes as other reapers.


The only problem is they have cat eyes, can see in the dark, and are more likely to be diurnal than regular cats themselves. Even though they are humans, they have eyes that work with superhuman abilities via genetic manipulation, some taken from animals.


If you see the eyes of the Reapers in the daytime, they’re in slits and they have double lids to protect their eyes.


Suddenly, a nun said, “Time to shut the tv off.”


I turned the TV off and said, “I was watching the very disturbing news about Confucius Five being killed.”


“What’s more enjoyable,” sighed the nun, “video games and TV filled with slaughter or saving the world and letting diversity live?”


“I lost count of lives being destroyed by the Reapers and Slavers. Why is there no hope for us?”


“Hope is like a Pandora’s box, you can let the illusions ruin your and others' lives but without it being free, you’re going to suffer in fear.”


“Are you saying that fear is what’s making me suffer?”


“You need to avoid any attachments to everyone thing in your life, Pandora, before you make your life miserable,” the sister said. “Yes, that includes fear.”


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I was in the streets, packing robots for the perfect humans to enjoy.


It was the night when I was working.


Hoping to wipe the sweat from my brow, I drank some water to cool myself.


Rena said, "They’re going to kill us soon and they’re taking our brains for the slavers. The last resistance was shut down by Babylon.”


“Shut up!” I cried. “Can’t believe you act like that when you’re working.”


Rena replied softly, “They’re going to kill us, Pandora. No hope’s going to save us. She’s going to crush our babies as if they’re cockroaches under her feet. She said that the perfect race have RFIDs implanted at birth and they’re obedient to her.”


“So what,” I said nonchalantly. “They can’t steal our souls from us because we will die before they’ve got us.”


Suddenly my ability awakened and I moved away from the bullet before it hit me. I began to run when Rena screamed in pain. The time quickly passed as I ran into the dumpster.


The Reapers and Slavers were on the prowl for me.


I felt the cold hand on me and I was muffled by the warm hand until the unfamiliar sound of the old man said silently, “Be quiet. I don’t want you to be a slave.”


I looked at him and saw a real-life cyborg but with a human face and arm around me.


What distinguishes him from the slavers is that he is a real cyborg.


“Now that you’re here, I suspect you have abilities to escape from the great genocide that’s happening right now”.


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