[ WP ] A race of slaves who really are genetically inferior

My first writingprompt comment haha. Sorry if it's long. I'm not used to writing short stories. 
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 `` You are n't special Nadia, how many times are they going to have to shock this into your thick head?'' I wince as my brother presses the cloth into a cut on my back. `` What did you even do to deserve this kind of beating?'' He dabs more salve into the wound, making sure I feel each pass of his hand. 
 
 Honestly, I do n't see any point in him patching me up. I bite back the pain and try my best to avoid the question. `` How did we end up like this, Nikolai? How are people fine with living like this, knowing that their name could be called one day? Why do they expect us to just give up our lives for them?'' A fresh wave of anger grows inside of me. I slam my hand down on the metal table beside me. The loud noise causes people to look up at us. Suddenly, people are on edge, eyeing me cautiously. 
 
 Nik shoots me a warning glance and nods to the people around us. Their shoulders drop a bit, as the tension melts away. Since we were kids, Nik has always had the ability to put people at ease. I envy him for it everyday. `` We were bred for this life. Be proud that you will be used to save other lives. Is n't that worth something?'' 
 
 `` Yes. I suppose that is good enough for you, but I'm not a coward.'' My answer is sharp. When I look up, I can tell he is cut by my harsh words. I swallow my pride. `` I'm sorry, Nik. I just do n't see it... Even as kids, I always wondered what set us apart from the Uppers. If others could see that we built this nation from the ground, they would see how smart we are. They would fight.'' 
 
 I ease as he moves his hand from my back. `` A lot separates us, Nadia. Money, power, intelligence, but the main reason is that we are n't whole. We were created in a lab, born in an incubator, live in the pit of humanity. Everything we've fought for, anything we've ever worked for... it's theirs. They have the money, they are the ones who created us. We are owned by them.'' He lets out an exasperated sigh as he leans back in his chair. `` Who knows, Nadia. Maybe we could fight against them; but after years of having someone tell you that you were created solely as replacement body parts for people that live above us and being beaten down for being inferior, you tend to lose hope. We were created so our organs could be used to save lives. Sometimes, being ignorant and a coward are the only things that keep you alive. Who knows? Maybe you'll never get your name called to go above. The key is: you have to keep their attention off of you. Which, so far you're doing an awful job.'' A soft laugh fills the air. 
 
 The last laugh I'll hear. 
 
 `` You never answered my question.'' 
 
 I bite my lip. The silence between us feels as though it is a mile wide gap that I'll never be able to bridge. `` My name was called.''
