All Chapters of Techmorphasis : Chapter 1 - Chapter 4

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

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