A/N: I'ts Kairi, and I've been working on this story for a very long time, and finally felt like you guys should get to see it. I change the story sometimes, but most of this is set in stone. Enjoy.

Survive:

The Damned

I

By Kai Mimichi

When the world has come to a standstill, while diseases progress, what can a simple child do to change it, helping humanity to survive, while an entire world-wide government is against her, but somehow with her...?

Prelude

Hello. My name is Durvie; Lillian Aira Durvie. Now, you probably don’t care who I am, but maybe someday it will matter. I have decided to put the story of my life -and the important people in it- on paper, so that you may read it. I will hide this in the core of Earth, or send it to deep space as another bit of debris, but should I die before hand, my guardians will decide its fate. But, I pray to whatever higher force may or may not be out there, that travelers of ‘the outer realm’, or ‘space’, may find it and know the story of our humanities destruction and rebirth.

You see, I live in a time called the ‘Optima’. They say that the Optima is a time for revelation, our only chance for a new, purer, beginning. ‘Humanities optimal time for the final revelation’. I beg to differ. This is the end of the beginning we had been given before, that time had most likely been our last chance, and now I fear, the choices we made then may be the cause of our imminent, all-too-soon ending. Forgive me if I sound depressing, but I can see the splicers dying, the mutated plants brown and wilt, the people that disappear after, or even before, they die, and the unidentifiable parts of something once human found in the back roads, burned by something unknown.

Many of our people refuse to hear the truth, content with the caged lives they have been given, I hope to all things holy and not, you shall choose differently. We human beings and all half-breeds known to man have fought every disease imaginable, adapting or evolving to preserve our own survival. Though I fear, this time with this new disease, caused and created by our own careless actions, we cannot prevail.

I give you a piece of what our world is;

“A child is born. This is the beginning; a beginning of everything, for life cannot go on with out children. When a child is born -if it is male- the mother is taken care of while the child is put through testing, documentation, sorting, after-birth care and assigned its facility. The child is given ten days with its mother in a guarded hospital before being transported. If the child is healthy and sorted to be a military recruit he is sent to South America to be trained and cared for until he turns ten. Once he is of age he is submitted for further testing. If his bio-scans match up the boy is sent to a facility for holding, if not, he is recruited by one of the twelve armies and put to use by their standards.

Had the boy's scans truly matched up, he would have been submitted for chemical and biological testing and experimentation. If the child had not been acceptable for either he would be Erased. If the child was not Sorted for military recruiting he would have been sent to North America and inputted into the computer system for schooling. The Machine would have decided his fate based on his genes and statistics. Once the boy's sorted into either group and have reached adult-hood, age fifteen, they would be able to sign up for the lottery or he would be placed with a specially selected female. Population control perimeters are placed here.

If the child had not been healthy at birth or any time during the pregnancy he would have been Erased.

Female. If this child was a female she would be born and undergo a very similar process. She would either be sorted into a Schooling, one of the Lab's, breeding or in very rare cases military. A female is placed automatically in breeding once she has reached the age of thirteen and is a match and up to all standards.

This is our world now. ”

-Zilch, only still-published newspaper

We have been damned. Damned by Them and our own worthless souls.

“They say that humans always seek for the truth, but when they discover it, they refuse to listen...”

-Michael Shakith