A/N: Well guys that's the first chapter i hope you enjoy it, but if you don't... well give the following chapters a try. I promise that it gets better farther. And i want to thank my friend Ivy - she was the first to read the story and she cried over it, and the cover is a drawing from her. Thanks for the support darling.

The year is 2375. The world is far from what it was 20th and 21st century.

Actually, nothing is the same. Mostly because everyone is aiming for the perfection. But perfect turns in something creepy and unnatural. Something in fact terrifyin, but the rich people don't even notice. The best economical countries are the most perfect ones. Education, politics, health care, stores and sales - everything is in people's favour. No one seems dissatisfied.

Everything has come to the point where the most difficult and life-threatening jobs were done by perfect humans created in labs. They all have what the normal people have only the difference they don't feel but only follow orders. They look very pleasant, because no one wants to look at something ugly, they don't complain, never ask unnecessary questions and never cause problems. They solve problems.

As I said, these helping-humans from this year are perfect and created in labs. With the years the genetic, physics and chemistry changed and developed to such high levels that, well, it is possible to create the perfect stuff, perfect animals and human beings. Order and perfection is humanity's greatest goal – and it is now reality. One terrifying reality.

No wars, no hate, no lies, no ugliness – everything is peaceful and perfect. That's the creepy thing. Let me tell you why.

So there are many Human Factories where many smart people work to create more helping-humans. Almost every new individual is perfect there. Every individual have what every physically normal person have. It is better like that so the normal people feel comfortable. The only difference is that they don't have what real humans have – self-consciousness and feelings. Somehow every individual can be re-programmed through a computer, which happens very rare. They are all created to look different than the others, but at the same time the body proportions to be equal and good for the individual. Everyone is programmed to be polite, to smile to the others, and always follow their owner's orders. So it is a puzzle of perfectly fitting pieces. Harmony. Perfection. Everything is clean, light, no rush, no pollution… just… Perfect. As if the perfect world itself from Plato's philosophy, had fallen upon the earth replacing the world of shadows.

Those helping-humans are not very expensive and the owners hold a tight control on them. There are few types of those individuals – such that work in mines, those that work in jails and do the most dangerous police work, those that deactivate bombs, simple ones that clean up the cities, or people's homes. At first when the cleaning helpers appeared, no one seemed to like them only because the most ignorant humans who were cleaning for money, left with no job. But with time it helped humanity work harder and educate better so no one can just give up and only clean around for money. Unfortunately, many countries decided to start wars using those humans, who are created in labs, having no family with any danger for them to be missed by someone or complain and being afraid to die. 'I have to fight and die for my country' was the only thing important in their program. And because of that awful use, they became very expensive and created to be even closer to what real humans are. Humans were getting attached to them more or less, but at least the wars almost dropped to none.

Okay. So let me tell you a story.

There is this guy named Castiel, who is working in one such human factory. Every day he gets up from bed at 6 precisely, has a shower for 10 minutes, dresses up for 10 more in white shirt, black pants and blue vest. He ruffles his black hair with fingers and it always gets the attention because it's different. Castiel is one of those perfect humans with a lot of knowledge from languages to computer technology and health care. He has a breakfast, takes his trench coat and goes to work.

He sits in that dark room at the third floor, behind a glass window, where in another big hall there are naked people standing on a rolling tape, held by some ropes, and they stop behind an x-ray window. Castiel checks the skeleton, the organs, the skin, everything from inside and outside and fixes little details from the control point in his dark room. He sits there from 8 to 6 every day.

One such day the clock strikes 6 p.m. so Castiel puts on his trench coat, takes his stuff and walks out. He greets few colleagues in the hallway and keeps walking. He suddenly stops and looks to the right. There is this short, little hallway with a door saying: 'Failed samples. Do not enter'. And the not perfect part of Castiel – curiosity – takes control. Fortunately no one knows Castiel is a failure. He turned into such with the time and he masks it very well. He usually doesn't change his course of daily doings but sometimes it feels like someone flips a switch and he starts asking himself questions, being curious.

He goes to the door and it's unlocked, which is not that strange. Considering everything is perfect and well protected no one will dare to do something bad. There are no lies, failed trust and broken laws.

Castiel freezes on place. Why he never seen that room? It's huge hall actually, with hundreds of vertical water tanks with humans inside. Castiel finds note next to the door:

'This room consist the failed individuals. Those that have flaws and failed the tests. Those which are imperfect.

Tanks marked with yellow will be returned and re-constructed. Those marked with red would be killed'

A shiver runs down Castiel's spine. He leaves the note, swallows hard and takes a walk around. There are so many beautiful humans and everyone have yellow mark. Then he gets to number 17 and gaps. The mark is red. But the individual inside is perfect. Castiel remembers when he checked him last week in his department. It's that tall muscled strong man with long to the shoulders hair, light brown color, sideburns… he is perfect. Castiel really admired him when he checked him. And even that moment as he was checking the finished sample, he was blushing. The genitalia department had done great. Why is this one marked with red? Castiel takes the note beside the tank.

This individual is imperfect. Impossible to be fixed.

He is flawed. He thinks, he cares, he feels. He is self-aware

Marked red. Must be killed within a week.

Castiel's heart clenches. That is not right. That's a murder. Wasn't the world perfect? Why they are doing it? It seems that individual hasn't been alive for long, he doesn't have family friends and he is still a test – he is no one. He is not going to miss anyone. They can kill him for the record. But Castiel feels he can't let that happen. He takes a look of him again. The man floats in a strange thick, yellow-ish liquid, held with few ropes, needles coming out of his skin and a tube from his mouth which all those stuff are keeping him alive… till the day he has to be killed. Castiel tilts head and feels tears streaming down his cheeks. 'But he is perfect.' He whispers. He is sad. Yes he feels and he is flawed and he is alone. He needs someone like him. It's tough to be different in a world of identical stuff. He had worked on that sample longer than the others. And he could remember how scared he was when he came to life in this world and even though he was reconstructed as well 10 years ago, he still have some bitter memories of how it happened. Deep inside him he knows taking someone's life isn't right. It doesn't matter even if it's a perfect human like those he helps creating – if it murder is bad for the real people then it is bad for the Flawless Beings too. But maybe that is the problem – this one is considered imperfect so he had to die.

Castiel fists his hands and exhales. He then slides hand on the glass of the tank, looking at the man inside and whispers.

'You are not going to die. I won't let it. What make you perfect are your flaws. I will come and save you tomorrow. I promise.'

He knows it's a suicide mission. But he can't let such human being to be killed. The perfect world is the most wrong thing and Castiel tends to change that. All those books and historic sources tell for a world full of flaws and the opposite of what's good, beautiful and true. And that was the charm. The fight of the opposites. That's how the world is created and it has to be. Heraclitus himself had come up with that theory thousands of years ago. And he was right. And Castiel wants to get things as they were before. He has to teach the world, the people, to depend only on themselves and accept what's not perfect. To be okay with making mistakes, and stop the production of walking robots, which sooner or later will turn against their makers.

Yes, Castiel is ready to change everything.

Starting by saving the imperfect.