Fake Life, Real Results

[Kiha]

 
I squint as the artificial light makes tears run down my cheeks, my vision blurred by the light being too much to bear for my unadjusted pupils. A harsh, apathetic voice stimulates my sense of hearing...

 
N1785, you are not to feel. You are not to want. You are not to dream. You are not a person, you are a tool. The Empire has given you worth, and you will be an instrument of change for the savages in the colonial front. But you will never be a person

  

Of course.. I can hardly be considered that.