Blaring. The blaring of sirens. Humans running. Cyborgs all around, blasting the humans. Humans staring at me, scared of me. I didn't do anything wrong, did I? No, I didn't. They betrayed our masters. Our creators. I'm one of them. But I need to prove I'm here to help, not to hurt.

A Month Earlier

"I call this one, Vanessa!" Something lifts me, but I can't tell what. All around me are cyborgs, but we all look different.

"Another 300 of them! This is batch 50!"

Something pulls me down, into the ground. It's dark and cold. What happened? What happened to my previous self? I don't remember.

"Vanessa, I'm going to tell you about your story." I turn to light, with a human.

"These are all people who have died at age 50 or lower, transformed into cyborgs that can live forever if treated right. You were Vanessa Willow, and you were an 18-year-old internet star in 3020. You were texting and driving and you sadly crashed. It is now in 3030. Are you understanding so far?" I nod, "Good. Now, your family is still around, except for your little sister, who died in a tornado a year ago at age 16. Your boyfriend was also in the car crash that night and died instantly along with you. Now, we are going to bring you to them, so you can make some friends before training."

I start walking along with this dude in a white coat, listening eagerly.

"You can train to become a nurse in battle, a soldier in battle, or you can take the housekeeper class."

We arrive at a little cafe, and somebody comes running at me.

AN- Sorry this was really short but I haven't posted in a while so I updated a short one.

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