As night descended, the grand city of newon transformed into a tapestry of twinkling lights and vibrant colors. . Solar street lamps danced in the gentle breeze, casting a warm glow over the intricately hightech buildings.

Beyond the city's majestic walls, however, a different reality existed. A narrow, winding path led to a secluded cluster of broken huts, hidden from the prying eyes of newon's elite. The air grew thick with the stench of decay. In a small broken hut a 20 year old so so boy with frail body is crying besides the bed of a sickly old man

The dim candlelight cast eerie shadows on the cold, grey walls of our this broken abode. Old man, lay frail and weak, his sunken eyes locked onto the young boy. Boy held his trembling hand, trying to offer what little comfort he could.

"Kaitanya, my boy," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "I'm proud of you."

Kaitanya said weeping- Its my fault If only i was compatable with the brain chip,We would have been allowed to live in the city, and buy neccesary medicine for you.  

Tears welled up in boy's eyes as he fought to maintain his composure. He was Defected One,A person whose body is not compatible for new age brain advancement. Outcasts in a city where emotions were a distant memory. The Citizens, with their vacant stares and calculated smiles, saw people like him as slaves, inferior beings.They were banished from settlements all around the world.He was feed up with how the people have denied people like him and his uncle who were undeserving of all the injustice they faced just because they were unable to match them in productivity and intelligense due to them being defected.

He chuckled, a faint, raspy sound. "It's not your fault. I've lived longer than most Defected Ones, Kaitanya. My time's almost up."

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kaitanya sobbed, feeling the weight of his words. Elijah had been his guardian, his teacher, and his friend since his parents' passing.

"Remember, Kaitanya," he continued, his voice laced with urgency, "you have a purpose. Don't let the Citizens define you. You feel, you love, you hope. That's what makes you human. Altough people in the city are advanced but you and i both know that for sake of devlopment they had to pay a price of there emotions. After the treatment they are unable to feel, unable to love, unable to hope. Promise me you will live strong even without me "

kaitanya nodded, committing his words to memory and said dejected- I promise.

Suddenly, Elijah's body convulsed, and he gasped for air. kaitanya held him close, feeling his warmth fade. His words trailed off, and his eyes froze, staring into the void. kaitanya cradled his lifeless body, overwhelmed by grief.

As he was griefing something solid hit his head from back.

> BANG

He touched his head and saw blood on his head. As he was turning to see who it was that hit him, He faced another deadly blow to his face. His body crashed to the ground laying lifeless. He knew his end has come, he felt helpless and saddened he wanted to live , He wanted to live for his uncle. He wanted to fullfill his promise and find a purpose for his life. As he was struggle on his last breath . He heard sound of somepeople speaking

" YOU TWO, HURRY UP FIND THERE RATIONS BEFORE ANYBODY COMES IN "

Kaitanya unwanting came to agreement with his death as thought- So it's just for some food that they killed me. Not Suprising I Guess, as it is rare to eat a full meal for us defected ones. Hope they are able to feed their families.

As he wept, the death's presence intensified, enveloping him in an inky, darkness. The room began to distort for him, He felt being pulled apart, His consciousness unraveling. The last thing he remembered was the sound of Elijah's whispered promise:

"You have to live, Kaitanya. You will live to achive happiness and love."

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A blinding flash. A sensation of weightlessness. The world around kaitanya dissolved into chaos.

After unknown amount of time, When his vision cleared, he found himself standing in a lying on a foreign bed in unfamilar surroundings.