"Hows the data coming along?" The head of information spoke coldly towards the tech worker.

"Very well actually. Subject twenty one appears to be getting along swimingly with subject twenty two."

"That's good. There is an imporvement from last time?" The head asked as though expecting nothing else but improvments,improvments and improvments.

"Yes very much. Subject twenty one has been falling for subject twenty two quite quickly." The tech replied.

"But not fast enough!" The head jumped in dismissively. "Subject twenty two has looks and skills beyond any other. It should not have taken this long. His programming should have sped up the process in half the time!" The head finished, scanning the tech workers face for answers. Of course, there was only so much she could do.

"I understand. With all due respect m'am, subject twenty two nor subject twenty one are not, in fact, robots. The feelings they have developed for one another have been partly on their own. You are forgetting that this is no malfunction. The soul simply cannot be programmed." The tech told the head, hoping that her sudden confident outburst had not just lost her her job.

"That is irrelevant! Subject twenty two has been programmed clearly and carefully and subject twenty one should have fallen for him a lot sooner." The head snapped.

"They do, however, share a connection with each other and trust has been built up. Now we are about to see some even more startling improvments. Dr Gunther-Hagen has high hopes for these subjects. With subject nineteen out of the way, it is quite possible that subject twenty one and twenty two will mate." The tech reported. The head impatiently looked through some papers on the tech's desk and threw them back onto the pile. She leaned closer towards the tech, resting her petite hands on the desk.

"What of subject nineteen?" Asked the head raising one eyebrow and looking at the computer screen.

"Subject nineteen has, indeed, fallen for subject twenty. With subject nineteen out of the way, subject twenty one will be able to focus on subject twenty two." The tech answered. She seemed almost irritated.

"That is good news." The head replied with a bit of bounce in her voice. She pushed herself off the desk and began to walk away.

The tech felt almost sorry for the subjects, but it was not her place to say or do anything that would put her job on the line. She knew that more than anyone. Watching subject twenty two being taken advantage of was more than she could bear. She believed he had a good future with subject twenty one, otherwise known as 'Maximum Ride'. But still, to her, all this did not feel right. She only wished there was something she could do. Something to help her poor nephew. She could only imagine the pain Maximum Ride must have been going through. To loose one love and to be immediately told she had to be with another. It just didn't seem fair.

And to think she was partly responsible for it. Some of it anyway. But if not her, another tech would be in her place. Doing what she was doing now.

Would they feel the same weight of responsibility that she does? Are these feelings only natural because subject twenty two was her nephew? The head could never know the truth about her. She would loose her job in a flash if she knew subject twenty two was related to her.

Watching subject twenty being made specifically for subject nineteen almost brought tears to her eyes. Young people should not have to be in this kind of situation. Subject nineteen known as 'Fang' is only fifteen. Subject twenty is fourteen almost fifteen and yet she carried the biggest burden of them all. To be created to lure someone away from their true love. To be a part of a big scam. This is what she thought it all was. A big scam. They treated this like it was all a big game to them.

Like a game of snap. Match one up with the other.

Although, she now realises that subject twenty was also falling for subject nineteen. In a way that she was never really supposed to. Thoughts played on her mind again and again, wondering what would happen if subject nineteen knew she was created to lure him away from subject twenty one. Max.

The tech rubbed her forhead with her hand and sighed. She glanced at the computer screen filled with words and more words. The screen looked blank to her. She wanted to help. She really did. But what could she do without loosing her job? How could she help the subjects to be.....free?

A short chapter, I know. But I just want to say the idea for this came from one of my amazing reviews. Yes Lizzy thats you :)

I would have never thought of the idea until you mentioned it too me so... well done :)

Next chapter will be from Fang's point of view and maybe if your lucky I will introduce you to the rest of the flock :D

Happy reading!