AN: I do not own the cast or the characters of TMI. But I do own the plot to all my stories.
This is my second story so sorry about any mistakes...
Enjoy.
Prologue
Everyone has a name. Mine just happens to be Clarissa Adele Morgenstern. I was given this name 15 years ago on the day of my birth.
It's currently the 31st century and the way I live is nothing like how you do, trust me. Let me shine some light on what we call 'life'.
On the day of our birth we are all branded. Marked with a 6 digit code, a date and a letter on our necks. You could say it's almost like a tattoo.
The letters symbolise what we are, you can either be an R, M, P or G. I usually think of it like a television rating. R for Restricted, they are the most dangerous, the people who know what's really going on. The Restricted have maximum security and are taken away from their mothers and/or families at the age of 2. No one speaks about them, not even a whisper because if the government hears that you have been 'thinking' or 'asking', you're gone. Dead.
M is a little different. M stands for maintain. The government keeps a close eye on them but they don't cause enough trouble to be treated like the R's. They have the worst jobs and usually turn out to be criminals.
P is like PG, they are the average civilians. They cause little trouble but are not to be underestimated. They can range from extremely poor to mildly rich.
Finally we have G, general. They have the lowest rate of crime and are the richest. They often have high positions in the government and the armies. They control us, treat us like cattle. Moving us from one field to another. But the thing is even on a one way road there will always be on person who 'drives the other way'.
The date is for the date we die, some call it our expiry date. When we go off or start to rot.
The code is so anyone connected to the government can know everything about us. Where we were born, our letter, our expiry date. Our futures or past. Another way of keeping control.
I live under the G's order, just like everyone else. But I'm not an ordinary person. No, I am one of the most dangerous people to society. You ask why? It's because I'm not marked. No letter, no date, no code. The government doesn't know a thing about me. All I have is the number 17. The number that rules my life. No one knows what it means. Some think it's the age I die, the day. Others think that it's my code, that the rest of the digits are just zeros.
All I know is that I've got to find out what it means. Because my life is just about to get a whole lot more interesting.
Sorry that it's such a short chapter...
See ya soon,
Xx Innocent Fangs; M ~*~