Suddenly, it hits me. i could escape. No one has ever even tried to before, but maybe if i succeeded, i could live as an original. we were made by Them, in Their Image. i would have to remove the weapon They installed, but that shouldn’t be too difficult. i go to my cell and begin to remove the metal bonded to my left arm. After i do that, i walk through the corridors toward the exit. No one questions me because we are not taught to question, and the Originals assume that i have orders.
i start walking to the city of the Originals. When i am about halfway there, an alarm sounds. i break into a run, as i hear the combined footstep of 1,000 copies marching together. i worriedly remember the weapon i removed, picturing 1,000 of those aimed at me. As i reach the city, i realize that i will stand out because of how i am dressed. i run into a store and grab an overcoat. i hurriedly put the coat on and tear the tags off, as i run out, alarms going off.
i look for a place to hide, while knowing that it’s hopeless. i run through a crowd of Originals, followed by a group of copies. i dodge down an alley, only to find a dead end. They slowly close in…
A chorus of voices are heard echoing, "we serve and obey the Originals." Gunfire.
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