Prologue
In the early 22nd century, a lot has changed. The rich prosper and the poor suffer, but nothing is perfect for the order. So they decided to try and make the prototypes or robots. Robots that have been made from humans. The poor people give their children to the order, thinking that they are being taken to a better place where they can grow up normally, whereas in reality, they're being taken into the testing.
Every year hundreds of babies are taken from their homes in the deadlands. Forced to go through a series of tests, only eleven people have survived the entire testing period. The surviving eleven became the prototypes. There hasn't been another potential prototype in years. Until now...
-PROTOTYPE 12-
This is my story, it is all true. The pain. The fear. The torment. I never knew what a real family was. I never knew what a real friend was. I never knew what a real home was. I have been locked up since I was a baby. I was only taken out of my cell for the Order's tests to turn me into a prototype. If I survive my final test I will be deemed a prototype. A robot. But there is no way to tell what I am. Not on the outside of my body, there are no factors that make me like the other eleven prototypes everything they have changed about me is on the inside. The nerves, the muscles, everything that used to have a normal structure has been 'developed' though I wouldn't say developed I would say completely changed. Though on the outside I am just a nice, normal girl. I do mostly work like a normal human being. He wanted it that way.
My developer, the one who has been in charge of my testing since birth, changed me so I could do things that a normal human girl can't. I can do thing that are unimaginable, unexplainable. I have been their weapon for 17 years now. But pretty soon I will strike on my own. My touch is lethal but I will use that as my power. They want to use me, to see exactly what I'm capable of, then I'll show them and they can have a front row seat.
