Tomorrow’s Children

The newborn babies screamed. The syringes glistened. The substance was clear. The nurses had their facemasks on. The gentlemen of a high rank in the military, stood, watching outside of the military hospital ward. The newborns that were already injected fell slowly back to sleep not knowing that their minds would never be fully what it should’ve been. If ever their little minds became filled with ideas, they would be expelled from their thought process. The order was “Do not cry, fall back to sleep” and that is what they did.

And so, the experiment was working. It took hold. It took away everything and replaced it with something else. The gentlemen of a high military rank stood and watched from behind the glass as the babies were injected. No one knew wiser for these were babies made from stem-cells and for that, no one would care. After all, it was all top secret.

The babies fell back to sleep without the slightest idea of what the future would hold for them. Everyone else knew that day that the affect would be of power. The corruption in power would be intense; the children would be future leaders. But it wasn’t for good.

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I awoke that day, another day in this strange place. My name is Subject K. Short for Subject Kyle. I’m part of the twenty-six others who are being taught through a special program that the government personally oversees. I think I’m a teenager, yet I’m treated like a child. What is a child anyway? Am I a child? Are they a child? Are you a child? Are we a child? What would make up a child if it hasn’t had a childhood?

Funny thing is that I can’t think. I can’t think through logic I can only ask questions and those questions have answers, others don’t. I’ve been allowed to ask: “How does the sun work?” or “How does the political world work?”. But I haven’t been able to ask: “How are babies made?” and “How does human attraction work?”. How girls love boys and boys love girls.