I lay there, motionless, ready to receive the orders of my life. These would be all I existed for. I was rigid and stiff, listening intently for the next words that would soon rule my life.

"413: Up" I heard the command, it was strongly and forcefully given.

I sat straight up, at a perfect 90 degree angle, and waited for the next command.

"413: Attention." At this, I opened my eyes for the first time and whipped around to look my commander right in the eye. He was a tall, muscular man. He had long, very straight brown hair. He was in a white lab coat, decorated with a lone, blue Sagittarius sign. The room was completely white. In fact, something told me it was too white, and that it should be blinding my eyes and hurting. Especially since I had just opened my eyes, but I pushed the thought away. My eyes were superior in every way to humans', but humans hold supreme reign anyway. This fact was never to be debated or argued. Not even contemplated. This person was my master.

"413," my master said, "You are to report to block A400. You're programmed to listen to us. Will you fight this fact?"

"No." My voice was monotone. Dead. I heard no emotion behind it. But I doubt I could even sense emotion if there had been any. Emotion was primitive. Below me.

"Good." He smiled slightly, A tiny smirk, then left the room to talk to someone behind the doors.

I heard the words being spoken. I knew I probably shouldn't be listening, but he never said I couldn't listen either.

"The operation was a success," briefly I wondered what operation, surely some kind of military one, "This one was closer to death then the others, more dead than anyone else. But likewise, more loyal."

Loyal? What is this word? What does it mean?

Within seconds I saw words fly by my eyes.

loyal |ˈloiəl|

adjective

giving or showing firm and constant support or allegiance to a person or institution: he remained loyal to the government | loyal service.

Loyal. I knew what that word was. I was loyal.

"The accuracy of this advancement is going up by unmeasurable rates. The testing should begin soon."

I let this sink in. Testing? Oh well, it was not my department.

"Very good, motherfucker. You take your orders well!" I heard an odd sounding voice chuckle out side. "As long as we have plenty to spare, it should be all good, bro."

This man did not sound very professional, unlike the setting would set him up to be. I found this slightly odd but pushed the thought aside. It didn't matter how their system worked. They were all higher then me.

In a few moments, the first man came back in. He told me his name was Dr. Zahhak, and that whatever happened, he was higher than me. I didn't mind. I knew this. Then he had me stand, and test to see everything was in working motion. My joints were fine, I found moving them a breeze. He sent me to find my block, and I found it right away. I was preprogrammed to know where it was.

I entered the block and got to my spot. I looked around at the others around me. They all looked different. Boys, girls, big, small, dark skin, light skin; they all were there. The only consistent thing were the eyes. The red eyes with the slight hint at circuit board behind it. I found it odd, we had skin? I looked down and wondered briefly if I had skin. I did. The thought fluttered up on how I hadn't noticed before. It was tanish, at one point, but now it was very pale. I looked at my hair. It was a long curly mess that was very dark brown. I heard the call attention and instantly me and everyone else went to their spots and looked up to the front of the room, when a boy walked in.

At first I thought it was odd such a young boy was here, but soon realized from his white lab coat and his huge glasses that he worked here, and probably was a lot older than he seemed. He smiled a huge, buck-toothed smile, that some may say was adorable, but I didn't know, nor did I care. He had big, blue eyes, and an odd little drop of some kind of green slimy goo on his shoulder. It almost looked like a worm of some kind, the shape it was in. He looked around to us and waved hi, but nobody moved a muscle.

He cleared his throat, and began to speak, "Hi! My names is John Egbert, as most of you know, I'm in charge of this station! We have some newbies, but they'll get the hang of this pretty quick! Basically, you just hang 'round here all day unless you are needed for something. If you don't like something, let me know! We're not supposed to do that, but I can't let you guys be too uncomfortable while you're here! Make sure you talk to us about these things, and don't get any bright ideas about running away. Outside of here, there is nothing. Be happy you can exist here! Your schedules will be updated in your softwares through the charging station tonight, so don't worry about that! You'll always know all you need to know! And for the new people, you don't actually have skin. That's a new filament, to make you more real looking. So don't get too many wrong ideas!" Well, I guess it didn't really matter if I had skin or not anyways.

"That's it. Any questions?!" But of course there were none. He looked a bit uncomfortable for a moment, before smiling again. "Good! That's Good! You're dismissed!"

I entered the room where I would be staying. There were two charging stations against the wall. It was a dark, almost cell like room, not that I minded. There were no windows either. There were few other furnishings, besides some chairs and a small table. A girl sat there. She had light brown hair, almost dirty blond, and an odd smirk on her face. She was a little different from the others I had seen. One of her arms was entirely robotic for some reason, and so was one of her eyes. She had kinda light skin, but it looked tan from what was probably more than its fair share of sun.

She looked at me and grinned, "Why, if it isn't the newest of the newbies?" She laughed at that, then gestured to the seat across from her. I took it cautiously, because I didn't trust her. Something about her just rubbed me the wrong way. I believed this would be the closest to an emotion I would ever have. The closest hate as well.

"So you got a name? I can keep callin' ya Newbie if you want," She said with a grin.

"413." I replied.

"Nice. Interesting combination of numbers. Not as great as mine." She flipped her hair then, and my disdain for her grew.

"What's your number?" I asked, because she probably would appreciate me going around calling her Bitch just as much as I would with being called Newbie.

"88," She said with a smile. "They give numbers in order of when you're made. I was lucky enough to come at the right time to get such an amazing number."

She then had a huge, almost evil-looking leer, as she said, "Never go against me in a game of chance. I have allllllll the luck!" The way she held out her 'all' bugged me. Something told me that if she had typed it, there would be 8 L's. I didn't respond to her statement.

88 sighed, "Well, you're a real snooze now aren't you," she yawned, "Boooring! I was hoping for an awesome roommate! But instead, I got an emotionless one. Damn." She sighed, and gave me an odd look. To her dismay, I did not react.

"Ugh! So lame!" She looked genuinely mad, before sighing again, "Oh well. At least you're not the worse case scenario. Not to mention I coulda been stuck in a block with a freakazoid head doctor." Her sneer was back again, "Hey! I guess I did score pretty good didn't I?"

"Yes." I agreed with her, hoping she would shut up.

88 smirked again "John's a pushover. You can get him to do anything. But in general, he's a pretty cool guy I guess. And theoretically, I could have one of those lame ass beta losers as a roommate, but I don't." She looked at me in an almost harsh way. She obviously didn't realize how annoyingly selfish she was.

But that last sentence interested me, "Beta types?" I asked.

For a second she looked at me curiously, then suddenly started laughing, "Oh! That was a question! Oh my god! You need to let some emotion through that mask, or I'll never understand a thing you say!"

After she had gotten control of her laughter she said, "Hehe.. yeah... The beta kids." Her laugh was gone now, a cruel snarling like expression. She spat out the word "beta" like it was a disease that she could catch just by thinking about it. "They're like, the original versions of us. But there full of like, flaws and bugs and stuff. It's disgusting. Everything about them's just... wrong! I hate them! I mean, bluh!" She shivered, too. I doubted everything she said already, and right then I decided that these "betas" probably didn't do anything to her but be lower than her. Not as good as her. Existing.

Well, I'd be the judge of that.