03-05-2011, 10:21 AM
Here is the first chapter. I'm not a writer, but I'm trying to improve my writing skills
A lot of it is supposed to be in italics so some things would make sense.
It was the year 2054, May, to be exact, when the deportation of robots politically called robotic humanoids became the government’s main concern. Fortunately for me, they did not consider you a robot if you had less than a certain percentage of robotic organs; I had less than that percentage.
I lost my lungs when I was three in a car accident. However, my kind was frowned upon. They called us names such as “borgies”, “half-lifes”, and many other hurtful names.
When the 31st amendment was passed, the government built different residences for different level of robots. Obviously, all of the robots were not the same as another. Some were stronger than others, while others were almost completely defenseless.
These residences were built on the moon. The government chose the moon because it was almost useless after the “Moon Life” project fail, and because the pods the astronauts lived in were perfect for stationing the officers who had the job of maintaining the residences.
My brother, Jadrien, was hired for this job. The job paid well, but it was extremely dangerous. He was allowed to bring one family member up there with him. He chose me. After the car accident, both of our parents died, so we were living with our uncle. My sister was working on her PhW. PhW’s are one step higher than PhD’s. Due to the increased amount of PhD’s the Global Education Department created the PhW. Having a PhW made you a Wockler.
When it was announced that all robots would be deported to the Moon, there were huge protests on the streets of Horte (the capital of the world). Due to the mass amounts of people trying to bomb the stations on the Moon, the flight my brother and I were supposed to leave on was delayed 5 days. In order to fly to the Moon, you had to give up your citizenship for the time you are gone, so we were illegal immigrants for a little less than a week.
We were about to board the plan when a guard and around 9 agents came to speak to us.
One of the agents who looked as if he was the head of the group spoke first. “Do you two have your Global Identification Card (GID)?”
I knew that he was a Global Agent from Horte because of his accent. The Hortian accent is similar to Dutch, Russian, and Swiss all in one.
Jadrien looked at me nervously, and I returned the look.
I lost my lungs when I was three in a car accident. However, my kind was frowned upon. They called us names such as “borgies”, “half-lifes”, and many other hurtful names.
When the 31st amendment was passed, the government built different residences for different level of robots. Obviously, all of the robots were not the same as another. Some were stronger than others, while others were almost completely defenseless.
These residences were built on the moon. The government chose the moon because it was almost useless after the “Moon Life” project fail, and because the pods the astronauts lived in were perfect for stationing the officers who had the job of maintaining the residences.
My brother, Jadrien, was hired for this job. The job paid well, but it was extremely dangerous. He was allowed to bring one family member up there with him. He chose me. After the car accident, both of our parents died, so we were living with our uncle. My sister was working on her PhW. PhW’s are one step higher than PhD’s. Due to the increased amount of PhD’s the Global Education Department created the PhW. Having a PhW made you a Wockler.
When it was announced that all robots would be deported to the Moon, there were huge protests on the streets of Horte (the capital of the world). Due to the mass amounts of people trying to bomb the stations on the Moon, the flight my brother and I were supposed to leave on was delayed 5 days. In order to fly to the Moon, you had to give up your citizenship for the time you are gone, so we were illegal immigrants for a little less than a week.
We were about to board the plan when a guard and around 9 agents came to speak to us.
One of the agents who looked as if he was the head of the group spoke first. “Do you two have your Global Identification Card (GID)?”
I knew that he was a Global Agent from Horte because of his accent. The Hortian accent is similar to Dutch, Russian, and Swiss all in one.
Jadrien looked at me nervously, and I returned the look.