[ WP ] Like most people , you were genetically engineered in a lab before being inserted into the womb to be carried to term . Like most people , you are `` perfect '' ... or so you thought .

You were born as a sample; an experiment. 
 
 They made your consciousness in a lab and they created your body aswell. You're not natural. You're perfect. 
 
 Like every single other human being, you were made in a tube, constructed to reach optimal survivability. Your race is entering a golden age. 
 
 Diseases and wars were long forgotten as humans reached another level of intelligence thanks to this manipulation of mother nature. 
 
 Your family loves you; they too were made in a lab. Your friends, your teacher, your dog... You name it, it was made in a lab. Everybody was perfect, or so you thought. 
 
 You heard your mother whisper in the room next door to your dad. They were talking about grown-up stuff, the usual. But a few words did n't seem in place. Lie, stop, kid, defect, anomaly, dead... 
 
 You did n't understand then, but now you do. As the white-coated man told you; you have cancer. You're dead. You're still alive. 
 
 There's no such thing as genetical manipulation, if something was manipulated, it was you. Your parents lied to you, decieved you. They did n't want to tell you that you were going to die. But you were, and you hated them. You loved them. 
 
 `` Are you ready for chemo, Timmy?''
