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So you took their deal, you traded your humanity for a chance to continue living. Or, perhaps your loved one traded their humanity to live. It doesn't matter which way your life has gone all that matters is that its fate is no longer in your hands. Then again, you ask anybody else and they'll tell you that this was your fate. You or your loved one didn't want to die so you became [b]Artifical[/b]. You became one of the many cyborgs wandering throughout the cities who are constantly indebted to the makers of your cybernetic parts. Never in your life time nor the life time of your great-grandchildren would you be able to pay them off to own them so you live a life on the run from collectors seeking to steal your rightfully owned parts, the same things which allow you to live.

Or, perhaps you are working for the very same people hunting down other [b]Artificals[/b]. You made a deal with them and decided that it was better to live and hunt down people who are the same as you so that you may live. Those in the streets call you a monster, betraying your own kind just for a chance to live. You might secretly hate yourself for it or perhaps you hate who you work for for forcing you into a such a situation. Perhaps you curse society, God, the president, or even the very event which caused you to need a cybernetic part. Survival has been the name of the game for [b]Artificals[/b] for years as they've been hunted and force to work until they die.