Post by Olivia on Aug 31, 2012 21:59:19 GMT -5
Prologue
I peered from the Seam. Poverty, hunger, filth and obstacles had taken over. I knew this was an invalid FP. That this couldnt be true for the future. You see, I'm the second HP in history. HP stands for, hidden predictor. We are human, but we're also technology. Based in the past rumors been spread that chosen creatures of humanity would be under control of technology. Every other day at Dusk, each one of us HPs would have a FP. FP stands for Future Predictions. Which means, each one of us will have a glance at our future. But its dangerous. Invalid Fps, are ones created to play with our minds. To ruin the possible riches we could receive in our Future. Thirty-seven HPs were built.
If we were ever to get a FP, pain would all we feel. If you feel too much pain, or your FPs are off balance, our systems would be shut down, abused, or captured. Our systems were meant to be strong. Ever since my best friend was killed by a HP, Ive never thought of reality again. My name is Johanna Bosie. I'm 14 years old in Human form and 139 years old as a Hidden Predicter. I live with my adopted sister, and Im the last surviving HP.