Entire description: In the year 2258, humanity has made advancements to life, making automated homes and some brands of automated cars. Weaponry has not advanced much, but 95% of what has been advanced was because of America.

Because of the advancements they made to weapons, America took over the other world countries and has become the ruling government around the world.

However, the scientists of America wanted more than what they did. They began an incredibly dangerous project that somehow succeeded, they made their unstoppable weapons, but it is halted for 150 years.

To continue it, they need a willing 10 year old test subject with the blood type AB negative.

The first few chapters will be some story line fillers, to build up to the plot.

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I stare out of the window of my dad's car as we drive through the countryside. Me, my mom, and my dad are moving from New York City to Wyoming, to an isolated house in the country.

Our car isn't automated like some cars are. The automated ones are gaining popularity though.

My dad is a very famous book writer, who's sold over three million copies each of his many books. I'm almost certain that he's a multi-billionaire.

He has a strange tendency to pace around fervently whenever he's having a story play out in his head. The instant he's done, he races to his study and scribble out the story that had just played. If it's a long one, he will be in there for hours and a new book would be out within the week. Whenever he has a daydream, there will be a new book published soon.

Whenever we ask him where he gets all of these ideas, he always says, "I have some friends that help me."

I think it's weird. Well, weird but interesting. It helps me to know that I'm not the only... 'special' person in America. I have Dissociative Identity Disorder, I'm trans, and I'm asexual. Some people with DID get taken over by their other personalities, but I don't unless I want to. I guess you can say I made a deal with the other me's. The amount of other me's that are huddled in my head is exactly 7.

There's been a couple times I've thought that Dad had DID too, but he went to a doctor about it. It's just his imagination.

As we sit in the car, the radio begins playing a song called 'To Be Human' by MARINA. As soon as I hear it, I start singing along.

"The pagodas, and the palaces, dressed in gold leaf, hide the damages, spot the geisha, as she balances, life's a cakewalk, full of challenges, go to Russia, see the red square, Lenin's body, lying dead there, from Kyoto, Hiroshima, watch the black cloud, drawing nearer, there were riots, in America, just when things were, getting better, all the things I've, done and seen, still I don't know what life means. All the people living in, living in our world today, we're united by our love, we're united by our pain,(ooh) all of the things that, I've done and I've seen, still I don't know, don't know what it means, fly to Athens, pass the Parthenon, see the village, where my fathers from, to Chicago, from Angola, São Paulo, to Verona, and anywhere you go, you'll see, people are just like you and me(ooh), all the things I've, done and seen, still I don't know what life means, all the people living in, living in the world today, we're united by our love, we're united by our pain(ooh), all the things that, I've done and I've seen, still I don't know, don't know what it means,

To Be Human! (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ,ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)

still I don't know, don't know what it means, to be human, a real human being, I like to think about, how we all look from afar, people driving fancy cars, look like beetles to the stars, the missiles and the bombs, sound like symphonies gone wrong, and if there is a god, they'll know why it's so hard,

To Be Human! (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ,ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)

to be hu-, still I don't know, don't know what it means, to be human, a real human being,

(to be human) I want connection, ooh, I want to feel human again, (to be human) lost my direction, ooh, I want to feel human again, to be human, to be human, to be human, to be human."

When the song finishes, I smile and sit back again.

My mom smiles at me. *"Wow, your voice is as good as ever, Za. I think you'll be popular at your new school."*

My mood plummets instantly. *"Do I really need to go to school? Can't I home-school, like we've always done?"* I groan.

Mom shakes her head. *"You need to socialize, make friends, have fun with your life, not spend it cooped up at home with boring old dad and I."*

*"Hey!"* He laughs, trying to make it seem like he's offended.

*"But I like being cooped up with boring old dad and you."* I try.

Mom and Dad start laughing like they have just heard the funniest thing in the world. *"Sure, Za, sure."* Dad wheezes out.

I humph and pull out a copy of Dad's newest book. He always gives me the first copy that gets made. So far, he has published 39 books. Technically 40, if you count the book I'm reading. I open it to the page that I'm in the middle of reading and continue.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see dad look at me from the rear-view mirror. When he sees that I'm reading his newest book, he grins and turns the radio up, knowing I love to listen to music as I read.

I smile unconsciously, my mind already almost completely lost in the book.

After that, I go through many chapters of the book. I unconsciously know that we're almost to our new home after quite a few hours, but my mind disregards that as it focuses on the book.

Every now and then, Mom tosses a snack or water bottle to me and I eat it automatically.

Then, I reach the last page, tears in my eyes. The book was really sad at the end.

As I close it, Dad looks back and smiles at me. *"How was it?"*

I sniffle. *"It was amazing. The beginning was very informative to the plot, then it switched to an excitable mood in the middle. Then the end was a perfect conclusion, with the perfect amount of sadness and satisfaction. But the ending also had a couple of holes. I think this is a perfect chance to make your first series."*

He chuckles. *"Really? You do know that I think book series are the hardest types of books to write, right?"*

*"Yeah, Dad, I know. But still, I think this is a good chance to try it. I have a feeling that fans of yours all around the world want you to finally make a series."* I tell him.

He thought for a second before shrugging. *"Maybe. I'll have to think about it, Za."*

*"Either way, here's our driveway."* Mom said, pointing to a faint dirt road ahead of us.

When we turn into the driveway, I can see it winding a long ways away. *"How big is the property that you bought, Dad?"*

*"Hmm... I think it's about... eleven, maybe twelve acres. We have an acre or two of forest."* He said thoughtfully. *"I made sure that I paid it off completely when I bought it, so we can do whatever we want with it. It's a two-floor house with four bedrooms, two of those are master bedrooms. Each of the master bedrooms have a walk-in closet, connected bathrooms, and one of them has a balcony. I ordered some furniture for the rooms that are larger than our old apartment. That stuff should be here already."*

*"Awesome!"* I say, opening the window and leaning half my body out.

*"Careful, Zadhiya. I don't want you to fall out."* Mom says sternly.

*"Yeah, yeah, I know Mom."* I say, leaning further out. After a bit, I can see a house in the distance. I take out my phone and take a picture as we approach.

*"That's so cool, Dad!"* I say in awe.

*"It is, isn't it?"* He says, parking.

I hop out and run up to the house.