Disclaimer- I do not own the characters, nor profit. I also don't own the song by Say Anything. Kaythnx.
Soooo, I decided to try this idea out. I hope it gets conveyed well:]
Oh, and the chapters will get longer as it goes. This is just a prologue, get the main idea and all that.
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Alive With The Glory Of Love
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When we are born, we are all assigned a designated "other half." A soul mate, in a ways. It was just how things have been for generations. Apparently, our ancestors weren't big fans of growing old alone. So they decided to find a way to get around this. They designed this chip that is implanted in your brain when born and it's connected to your other half. These other halves are basically robots. Avatars of whatever we desired. We think it, it is created upon it. You like blonde hair? It will grow it. Want brunette the next day? Done.
Babies aren't an issue either. I use the word robots, cause it's hard to describe them as anything else. They aren't human, but they have emotions... almost. Mostly, they have the emotions we give them, though they're free thinkers. Some people like that.
Anyway, I'm sure you know the whole birds and the bee's concept. Well, when that happens, all the ingredients pretty much government controlled. Whatever male they see you fit to be with, they'll store within the woman's other half, of which, they take from a man's other half. It's kinda creepy in some ways, but not like we're used to anything else. They don't watch as it happens. We have mandatory check-ups for our other halves, and that's when they store or retain said ingredients.
This life really isn't all that bad. I mean, we grow up with our other halves, at first not as our lovers. They begin as our best friends. Our servants. Whatever we need them to be. But who wouldn't fall in love with the replica of whatever a person wants? Who needs anyone else when they can control how they are treated.
Who wouldn't want to be treated like a princess. Or like a rock star. Or like they're the only person alive.
Or for those masochists, like a slave themselves.
Point is, there was never a need to have any domestic disputes, or for divorces.
That is, until me. Until us. Right now, sitting in this jail cell, I'm starting to see the wisdom of my elders.
But it's not like I planned on rejecting my 'other half.' It just wasn't doing it for me. It wasn't him.
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Should they catch us and dispatch us to those separate work camps,
I'll dream about you. I will not doubt you with the passing of time.