I Am Z98745623

I am Z98745623. I heard once that there were people outside walls and that they were different than us. There are 26 creations, all with a different letter to start. The more numbers there are after your name, the more times it took for them to get you just right. I don't know who they are, but they know who we are.

We've been told that we are different and a special kind of project they worked centuries to perfect. The year is 2878, the air is not sustainable to anyone but the 26 of us. Everyone else needs a mask or special suit to breath. They can't last long without going underground to the core of this planet for air. We are the last to be able to live on the outer shell of Earth.

I couldn't tell you how or why we are the only ones. All we know, is what we learned from the holograms. Our skin filters air though it, like the fish in their stories did. Just so we can be able to breathe. I've read every story and looked at everything we had available to us. Waiting in my cube for my next assessment, I get a little bored at times. This time was no different, until I noticed a small crack in the wall by my sleeping pod. Curiosity getting the better of me, I played a little with my gift. I used my mind to see into things, it’s a vision of sorts. I can see auras, energies, how blood filters through our veins, any slight movement of particles. Or in this case an object that wasn’t the same as what's around it. The energy of it calling to me, like the pulsing in my veins. Anticipating what it could possibly be. I haven't had a chance to use it just yet till now.

Closing my eyes to steady myself, as I connect to my higher self. Tuning into my abilities I am able to see a small object buried deep into the wall. Like it was hidden away like we are. Thinking even harder, I imagine removing the pieces of wall and feel the weight in my hand. It doesn't feel very big, and when I look at it, I didn't know what it was.

But one thing I could tell is it was really old and heart shaped. It was cool to the touch and even though small, my gut says it played a big part in why I was created. It looked like something metal maybe. We don't have metals and most stones anymore. This was not meant to be found and that thought alone piques my interest even more. But I knew I needed to hide it from the others. No one else can know, until I figure out what it is and what it was for.

This could be the key to everything. Almost an hour later we were let out of our quarters to get daily dose of nourishments. It was never had taste, but it kept us alive. It was a blend of different nutrients and minerals, jammed into this liquid pack. We received it three times a day, sometimes we might have another, if they were happy with our results.

They would test our gifts out on a weekly basis. I don’t really talk to the others creations. After all what could there be to talk about? The way I understand it, is that being social is a need or desire for people. But if we were created and tested on till they got it right, are we really people. We don’t have names. Just a letter and some numbers. Does that count as a name? Or would it just be a title?

Am I my own entity or am I owned by another? These thoughts could have me deleted. They’ve made it clear that anyone who expresses these thoughts were a threat to their project. I don’t think they knew just how gifted I was. My mind evolved over time with all the experiments and copies they made of me. I could block my thoughts from those around me and project into their minds whatever images or thoughts I wanted.

After finishing my pack, I put it into the composter. They are still trying to restart life outside these walls. But without success on having us live outside the walls. I mean we can live out there, but no one has successfully been able to restart it. Something is telling me that I will know soon enough.

Now for my weekly test. I straighten my suit and walk down to the arena. Lights shining in my eyes as needles poke at my body. All kinds of voices and holograms to match talking at me or watching how I react to it all. I show no resistance. After all I know what that’ll do. I wait for them to finish. After about thirty minutes the one in charge moves to the front.

If I could feel like those in the videos do. I would say he was attractive by those standards put on people for thousands of years. Strong jawline, dark hair, intense gray eyes, deep voice, and I'd say he’s probably about 6’4. But that’s just a guess, I am 5’7. He stares deep in my eyes, so intense I almost lose my resolve. But I won't, I have my own task I will complete.

“Begin.” He commands

Here goes nothing I think to myself.