Novels by Aquairies Capleo

The young girl was brought into the large lab-like room. It smelled so strongly of chemicals it burned the sensitive nose of the child. The lights were so bright they were blinding. Made especially worse for the girl who spends her time in the dimly lit cage room. Four bodies stood in that room, waiting for her. They strapped her to one of the tables, then strapped three more to the other three tables. Each child is five years old and has yet to be in this room till now. They were strapped down with thick leather belts that prevented them from moving so much as half an inch. It hurt badly, causing bruises to start to form under the straps. Once they had the last child strapped down the Techs got right to work. They started with the last one they strapped down and would work their way down. The girl couldn’t see anything from where she was. Her head was strapped down so tightly she couldn’t turn it. She could only look up at the blinding bright lights. She heard their movements, then

The cage the girl was shoved into was small, but clean. There was no rust or sharp edges on the wire cage. There was nothing at all in the cage except for a thin blanket that separated her skin from the wire mesh. In this cage she could barely stand up, she couldn’t fully stretch out, she could only really only sit with the blanket wrapped around her small shoulders. It was very cold in the facility. Very cold and dark that always reeked of disinfectants. The room she was in was very large with nearly four hundred cages inside. Each cage had a child varying in age from four years to ten. The cages were stacked four high in ten rows of forty. Some of the kids cried in fear or pain. Others screamed in agony or rage. Most were deathly silent, though. A few from actually being dead, stress and failed experimentation doing them in, bodies now waiting to be taken. The rest were quiet because they knew no amount of them expressing grievances will change anything. So they will sit there quie

It was a really beautiful day. The sky was a perfect blue with just a few clouds dotting the endless skies. It was warm out as it was the midle of summer. Outside the birds chirped to each other while the bees buzzed around the flowering plants. Distent sounds of other humans in the small town were quiet as the house was set further back than the rest. Inside the house a father was sanding down the face of a table he preparing to make. Six feet to his left was his wife and child. The woman gently brushed the hair of her daughter, gently removing the tangles from the blond haired child. A white ribbon held in one hand, made of cotton grown by the mother. The husband stopped his sanding for a moment to admire his family. The wife he love and whose strength he admired. The daughter he worked hard to provide for and protect. He stood up straight, returning the smile given to him by wife and child. His mouth opened, ready to tell them how much he loved them. The child heard the sound of

Often times humanity is said to lie in ones heart. The place where all their love and compasion comes from. It's beats that remind us we are still alive as well as tell those around us we are living too. The part of them that connects them to everyone else around them. It's what seperates them from the monsters, the ones who only look out for themselves. The heart is seen as the most improtant part of a human as it shows what kind of person they are. It is what makes you human. So what are you do if yours was stolen from you? What do you do when it is ripped from your chest and replaced with a meatal pump? What do you do when all you hear is silence from your own chest every night? To hold tight another human and feel their strong heart beat in their chest while knowing they wont feel yours? Do you even consider yourself still human? At what point should you stop considering yourself human. For most like her, Partial Techs, they faced those two questions every day of their lives. Ar