After reading When the Wind Blows, I have decided to write the events of the story and some things preceding, for the sake of it being there. If I get anything off, let me know.
I am dead.
I shouldn't be. I had the shortest and most messed up existence comprehendible to the human mind. I was meant to live for two hundred years. That I even existed was unnatural.
I'm getting ahead of myself. I should start at the beginning.
My sister and I were born at the School in nineteen ninety five, and yes I mean born. Our creators used artificial insemination to bring me to life. I never met my human mother, although it's probably best that I didn't. Although we appeared normal in every way, I had a fast developing mind, and was already capable of holding memory about half an hour after we were born, in which time she had vacated the area. Not to mention the fact that most bacteria that humans live with are absent from us, effectively doubling our projected lifespan.
Every day, I would be tested in a variety of ways, physically and psychologically. It didn't take long from this constant testing to figure out that I was different from the rest of the world. They did the same to my sister, so I guessed that she was the same as me.
After about a week, they names us Adam and Eve. I would not learn the significance of these names for a year.