If someone would have sat me down a few days ago and told me that I, Ruby R-1046 with pale, pasty skin, fiery red hair and distant, quiet dreams of a sense of freedom I never actually thought I'd get to experience was about to become a fugitive, I would have laughed out loud at their silly fantasies. My mind has always been a full-and-tipsy pitcher of questions but in this moment, for the first time in my sixteen years of human existence I felt intellectually inadequate. I suspected that I hadn’t questioned enough.

I was being hunted. It had only taken half a day for me to get used to the darkness in the large boiler room I was currently hiding in with the Order of the Elements, a secret resistance group that existed to question the government's claim that Earth's surfac...

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