With the director’s words, the 100A and 100B left the party early. Although, they'd never got the chance to explore the venue and just stuck to the director's side as ordered which sucked, but they kind of expected. It was their first time outside, and there was no chance that they weren't going to be monitored. But, they had to admit that getting their first taste of the outside world was exciting, and it was even better when they found out they would be able to walk around that same world in due time. They found many things to look forward to, unlike before where their future was filled with only white walls and multiple tests.

The car trip back was different then the trip there. Unlike before, 100A and 100B weren't just shoved into a car with no explanation of where they were going, and they able to ride in the same car together with there were no curtains over the windows. They were allowed to see the outside world while the sun was away for the first time. What the were looking at weren't the pictures they would get quick glances at, but the real thing. And with all of the electric lights lighting up the busy buildings and streets, it looked like a night sky filled with dozens of stars. Truthfully, they wanted to jump out of the car, and start their exploration of modern society, but they couldn't because the director was in the car with them.

It had been the first time the two of them were alone with the director. After being created, they'd never even seen his face past the moment of his child like excitement while looking at them floating in a large test tube. While he was like their father, the two of them didn't know what he thought of them because they'd never been around him. They didn't know what he wanted from them. They didn't know why he'd brought them outside or why they were even created in the first place. Yes, after all that time surrounded and being taken care of by people with lab coats, neither 100A or 100B figured out the reason for their creation. So, they were nervous. For the first time in their lives, they were nervous. They sat in the car proper and mature like in hopes of giving off a good impression. They stopped their urges to run to the window to look outside and stayed sitting down in their seats. They wanted to impress, like every child, their father figure, but seeing the kids act so mature, just made the director smile, "Relax a little. You kids are too tense. It's your first time outside, so look outside."

Given the go ahead to act childish, the two kids ran to the nearest window and looked outside. Now, they'd gotten a closer look at the man made stars that they passed by one after another because of the speed of the car. They saw the tall office skyscrapers, apartment buildings, trees, and people who were coming out of clubs. 100A took the chance to point out everything he could to his little sister as though he'd seen everything before even though he was in the same situation as her.

"And that's an auditorium. It probably has a big stage inside."

"For orchestras and bands?"

"Um-hm! Stuff for entertainers, award ceremonies, and graduations."

"And fireworks."

"Yeah! Seeing colors shoot into the sky and spread across the stars seems pretty right?"

100B nodded, "I want to see that one day."

"Can we? Director?" 100A asked without giving much thought and turning to look at the director. However, as soon as he realized what he said, he bowed his head, "I got ahead of myself. I apologize."

There was no way he was actually going to take them to see anything. Just going outside the facility was something he only dreamed of. It was rude to ask for anything more. Just being able to see all of this through his own eyes should be enough for him, but his sister did want to see it. Still, it wasn't his place. No matter how much his sister or him wanted more, they should never ask.

"You want to see fireworks?" the director asked. 100A only smiled, "No, it's alright. This outing was more than enough for us."

"Is that so?" he asked, "I had planned to go shopping with the two of you."

Shopping, huh? They've never done that before. They wondered what it was like to pick things out for themselves. Getting different colors of clothes in all sorts of styles, or toys that peak their interest, or maybe even books. Actually, just setting foot in a store sounded fun. All of the different colors organized on shelves and hangers. Choosing sounded fun, but looking at everything, observing the surroundings, seemed better.

100B grabbed onto her brother. It was clear that she wanted to go but was hesitant about it, same as him. They'd never had someone from the facility pay attention to what they wanted to do. It was abnormal. From their studies, they learned that people don't do good things without wanting something in turn, and usually, that something was bigger then the past kindness. It was suspicious.

"Do you not want to? If that's not interesting we could go to a buffet. If I remember correctly, you two have never eaten actual food."

A buffet? They'd never been to one of those either. They had saw the food spread at the party and honesty wanted to try some, but they were by the director’s side so much that there wasn't a chance to go look at the table. It was a little sad that they didn't get to eat a single bite. And honestly, it sounded really good. The sweetness of desserts, the sourness of lemons, the juicy flavor of well cooked meat. All of it made their mouth water.

"Or you two can laze around and watch tv."

TV?! 100A always had an interest in that kind of stuff. The people who acted out different scenes as though it was their life. The over exaggerated reactions. It was probably a fun activity.

100A wanted to give in right there, but he felt the uneasy hold of his sister grabbing onto his sleeve. Despite everything the director said, she still didn't trust him. She didn't know what he wanted. She could never trust a person who'd yet to give a reason as to why he created two artificial humans. There was obviously some story there, and she was sure if it was a good one. She wanted it to be a meaningful one.

"But that would be difficult to do in those clothes, so I'll take the two of you back and let you think on it a bit. How does that sound?"

The two of them nodded their heads, silently agreeing that they were going to talk about what to do when during their thinking time in their white room.

The car stopped, "Go on and get some rest now. Partying is really exhausting,” the director said to the two, and the door was open by a guy in a traditional black tuxedo with sunglasses.

"Yes, director. Thank you for taking us out today," 100A said.

"Thank you," 100B said, quietly, right after.

After that, the two got out of the car and were led back into the building. They changed into their normal white clothes, and laid on their separate beds. However, they found that their beds were pushed together making it so it was more like a single bed that the two of them shared.

"Do you want to go along with it?" 100A asked his little sister. After all, her opinion was more important then his own. She was small and more fragile then him. If someone even grabbed her wrist hard, he worried that she would get hurt. It was also the reason why he was wary of stepping into the outside world.

That place was dangerous. It was filled with killers, addicts, and all round crazy people. He couldn't imagine the bad influence they could have on her. He wouldn’t put it past them to end up turning his cute little sister into a maniac or worse, kill her.

"Well..." she started off, "You want to go, so it's alright. It's not like a chance like this will come again."

100A wasn’t sure about his sister’s answer. In the car, she was clutching onto his jacket in wariness. She obviously didn’t trust the director, yet she was willing to push that aside for 100A because he really wanted to go. And if that’s what she wanted to do, then that’s what they’ll do.

"If you're sure about it, then it's cool, and if you get scared, your big brother will be there to protect you!"

100B jabbed her brother in the side, "I won't get scared."

"Yeah, yeah. My cute little sister is such a brave girl."

100B turned around for her back to face her brother, "Shut up."

100A laughed at how cute his sister was. Seriously, before meeting her, he couldn't have imagined that there was such a child as bright as her.

From the moment he opened his eyes, he'd always been alone. He'd never had someone who would talk with him, play with him, or care about his antics. Plus, she was just so cute, and he couldn't bring himself to leave her behind. She was the only person who would be able to understand him. His little sister was like his other half. The more important one.

"Be honest," 100B said, "Do you think the director is a good person? He made artificial people, but for what purpose? What's his end goal? Why were we even born...?"

"You know sis, there's no such thing as a good person. It's more like someone who does favorable actions towards you. They'll always be the chance of getting betrayed. You'll always have the smallest bit of doubt that will keep you on edge. That's why it's better to have someone you have complete faith in, so you'll be sure that they'll come to your rescue anywhere. Of course, that in itself is a little contradicting."

"Because you can never put your full faith in someone. You'll always be filled with doubts,” she said, pointing out why his words contradicted themselves.

"But it's different for us. You have full faith in me, and I have faith in you. Do you think I would lie to you or betray you?"

"Um...Well..."

100A shot up from laying down and looked over to his sister, "Do you really not trust me?"

"Well..." 100B dragged off, "I wouldn't say that I think you would betray me or anything to the extreme."

"But you don't trust me?! Your older brother!"

"I don't, not trust you. And plus, I know you would never leave me."

100A sighed, "Guess I'm just going to have to accept that, huh? What am I kidding? I don't have a choice not to accept it..."

100B turned around to face her sad older brother, "But don't worry. You'll always be my big brother. No one can replace you. Make sure you remember that, okay?"

100A lightened up and smiled as brightly as he could. He was so happy that he had a cute little sister. A sister that was smaller then him, but was able to reassure him on anything. Especially, when he was feeling down.

"I won't forget a single thing you say."

"Yeah, okay." 100B said, nonchalantly. Almost like she was being sarcastic, and it was a little hurtful. Especially after the words they just exchanged.

"I'm serious. I always keep my word!"

100B perked up and looked at her older brother with a curious expression, "So, you're saying that every word that comes out of your mouth is a promise?"

"When it comes to you, it most definitely is! It's a promise through and through!" He said quickly before he could comprehend just exactly what he was promising to.

100B smiled, a sweet smile, "I'll hold you to it then."

…

Why did 100A feel like he just fell into a trap? Not fall into a trap and more like jump straight into it.

…

Well, he could worry about that later. He just saw the sweetest and cutest smile on his sister's face. Who cares if he walked into a trap? It was set my his sister, so it didn't matter anyway. If she set obvious box rope trap, 100A would pick up whatever was inside even it was a dying leaf. Besides, as long as it wasn't a random person, everything was going to be fine...right?

Unlawfully taken from Royal Road, this story should be reported if seen on Amazon.

Um, you know what, he was second guessing what he just said, but he couldn't take it back. He didn't want to see a said expression on his sister's face when he took back his promise right after it was made, and she just looked so happy when he said that. He couldn’t handle seeing a sad expression on her face, so he wasn't going to think about it that way. Sure, his sister might have tricked him into making an unfavorable promise for other promises, but he was determined to make everything his sister wanted come true. He could do anything if it was for his little sister!

Or maybe, he was just a fool. But, it didn't matter! Everything was for his sister!

"Come on. Let's sleep, so we can see the outside world with the director later."

"Okay," she nodded.

When the two woke up from their little nap, they found that their white room covered in boxes wrapped in different colors and patters of paper with bows on top that complimented the paper. Seeing all of those different colors dye their white room with color was uneasy. It kind of felt like a bad omen because there was no reason for them to be seeing some gift. They thought that the boxes could hold some deadly thing inside. Curiosity killed the cat and it was rare for satisfaction to bring it back after all. And so, they decided to play games like they usually did.

Like always, 100B won statistic and luck based games like chess and old maid while 100A won the physical needing games like 52 card pick up. They played these games over and over, doing their best to keep their curiosity at bay.

However, in the end, they always ended up looking back at the boxes. They were just so eye catching and full of colors. In their dull room, their vision could help but be drawn to those bright colors. But, those new things could never distract them from the opening of the room door that could only be opened by the white coats.

"What game are you two playing?"

The person who came through that door was the director. The person they wanted recognition from but were warry of him just the same. Their father or something like that.

"It's just a little game we made," 100B said, who back up behind her brother as soon as she saw the director's figure. "It's nothing special."

"Is it? Why don't you teach it to me anyway? I'm curious about it."

The director took steps closer to the two children until he was about to sit down next to them.

“Then, please bear with me.” 100A picked up the deck of cards he and his sister had placed onto the floor.

"This game only works with two people."

100A shuffled the deck then split it, putting one of the halves to the side, "First, split the deck because only half of the 54 cards will be used. Then, six cards are laid out in a pyramid pattern."

Then, placed six card in the mentioned forms.

"As soon as all the cards are in place, you get three seconds to pick grab any and all cards from the other side. But, you have to pick up the card, not drag them across the playing surface or bend them in any form. You have to lift it from the floor."

100A demonstrated the wrong way in picking up the cards by sliding one of the cards that he laid down. Then, the correct way by sliding his finger under the card using his nail first then picking it up.

"After, the cards grabbed get flipped over, and the card points are counted. The cards that weren't grabbed stay on the playing surface. It's important to remember that the number of points assigned to each card is different each time you play the game which is decided by the parties before hand. Then, the process repeats until the split deck is gone. Whoever had the most points win."

Without hesitation the director smiled and picked up the five remaining cards on the ground, "That seems like a fun game. Can I try playing?"

The two were wary about sharing the game they made for the purpose of playing with each other. Yes, they wanted to be acknowledged, but they didn't want to give up something that was theirs's. This game was important to them.

"Okay..." 100B said.

Usually, she was the one who was more on guard towards people, yet she was letting the game only played by them be played by someone else. It was even more surprising that the person she was sharing it with was the person she was most warry of.

"But if I win, you have to answer a question without lying."

The director handed the cards he picked up to 100A and nodded, "Then, I'll be playing against you then?"

100B moved away from her brother and sat right across from the director. In full confidence she said, "Yes, you'll be playing me."

100A looked at his sister move from behind him. Truthfully, he was worried for what his sister was doing even though there wasn't anything he should be worried about. After all, he knew what she wanted to know from the game they were playing, but she'd never played with anyone other then him. It was a little worrying. Plus, this was a deal. He was scared that the director would want something from her as well. Something that was anything but friendly. But, he trusted her. She was smart and dependable no matter how much younger she was. And besides, this game was made specifically for the two of them. It was a game unlike chess where 100B always won or 52 card pick up when 100A always won. It was a game they made to go up against each other using their strengths and still win or lose. Though, they'd never played this game with another person. 100A was sure that his sister wasn't going to lose.

"Since you want something, it's far that I get something if I win," the director said, a little amused about the situation.

"What is it?" 100B replied completely on guard.

"If I win, you have to open one of the wrapped gift boxes over there."

They knew it. It was the director that had those boxes put in their room. Boxes that could hold their death. It was no wonder why they were taken outside. It was a little mercy from what ever deadly thing was going to come out of the box. The director was showing them off, then killing them. It was crazy. He'd probably have a psychotic smile on his face as 100A's little sister died, and then it would be his turn.

100B clenched her fists, "Sure."

Now that 100B was emotionally shaken, 100A was worried about how this was going to turn out, but he didn't stop his little sister. It was something she wanted to do, and he wasn't going to stop that. Besides, there wasn't going to be a point in whether she won or lost because if those boxes really had what they though in them, when the director left, they were sure that the room was going to be filled with poison gas. If not that, then their next IV bag was going to be filled with some translucent toxin. Either way, the two of them were going to die. So, he just shuffled the deck and cut it in half.

"Because it's your first time playing, I'll help count down the seconds. When you get comfortable with the game, I'll stop counting down. I'll also be looking out for any rule violations. Either then that, I will not be interfering in the game. Since that's been said, I'll be putting values onto the cards now.

"Hearts are worth 0.5x their value, diamonds are 2x, clubs are 5x, and spades are 0.7x. These rules apply to all of the cards. Aces are worth three points. Jacks are 11, Queens, 12, and Kings, 13. Jokers are the exception to the pervious value multiplying and are only worth 5. The rest are their same worth as the number on the card plus the pervious multiplying explained. Are you two okay with these values?"

The two players nodded their heads.

"Alright. With that, you two can begin."

The one card that 100A picked up was replaced with another, and the director and 100B started looking at the cards.100B only took a single glance at the cards before deciding which one she wanted to pick up while the director stayed staring at the cards trying to find which one he could pick up given the limited time. Because of the specific way of picking up the cards, the director really had to think about which one to pick up. With the limited time plus the way to pick up the cards, he was sure that he would only have time to pick up a single card. However, despite that, he seemed to not care about the chances of him even picking up a card because he started talking like he wasn't about to lose a game.

"Do you like being called 100B?"

100B was put off by the question only for a moment then settled her self again. She couldn't allow herself to be shaken by whatever words came out of the director's mouth. This was a game she was going to win, so being shaken wasn't an option. She had to continue being neutral, not caring. She had to stay focused on the game not on whatever was coming out of her opponents mouth. However, that doesn't mean that she didn't have an opinion.

"100B is what I'm called. It doesn't matter if I like it or not."

The director was interested in her reaction. He expected a little more expression from her because of what happened yesterday. He thought that she would try to be proper and speak to him respectfully, but she wasn't. Instead, he was getting an expression of complete indifference. Like she was speaking her own opinion of her situation like she didn't care. Like she was just a passing bystander in her own life. It was a little impressive to him. That a child could manage to keep such difficult neutrality.

"You don't want a name?"

"I'm an illegal experimental test subject that will end up being disposed of because of the law. I don't need a name."

Although, he had to admit that seeing her speak about her life in such a way was a tad bit annoying. Truth be told, he preferred children acting like kids. It suited them better.

"I didn't want to know whether you need one. I want to know if you want one."

"What's the point in wanting things I can't have?"

The director and 100B stopped talking giving 100A the go ahead to start the three second count down.

"Remember, you only have three seconds. Ready? Go."

Because of the rule of how the cards are to be picked up, it was difficult to even pick up a single card which was the reason why this game was one that meant an absolute win when 100A or 100B were playing with another person. It was the entire reason why this game didn't have a decided winner before the first move. No matter how good their luck or reflexes are, there was never a definite winner, but that was only if it was 100A and his sister playing against each other. Right now, it was the director and 100B. The winner is definite. The winner was decided before the cads were even laid out, and this was the proof shown after the three seconds were over.

The director picked up a single card. The same number of cards 100B did, but the difference was...

"Jack of diamonds."

"Joker."

Her luck. 100B's luck couldn't be compared to anyone.

"Ten of hearts."

"Ten of spades."

Even if the odds are 1 in 1,000, 100B will always get the special prize. She was the child of lady luck if not the lady herself. Calculations of pity didn't matter to her. If it was something she wanted, and if she could get the chance of having it with a single press of a button or the pull of a lever, she would have it without even having to wish for it.

"King of hearts."

"Ace of hearts."

And with that, the game ended with 100B being the winner like 100A expected. It was stupid for the director to even make his end of the deal. He wasn't going to get anything anyway.

"That's some excellent luck you have. It's impressive. So, what do you want to ask?"

100B reached to her side and grabbed her brother's sleeve. She was about to ask a question she wanted to know the answer to ever since she started breathing. It's the one thing that was always in the back of her mind. A question she wanted the answer to, but also didn't because of the disappointment that could come when getting an answer she wished wasn't true. She clutched on the sleeve harder, almost to the point where she could feel her own nails through the shirt fabric, "Why were we..."

100B didn't know how to finish her question. No, she did, but she didn't want to say it out loud. The fact that she could never be human. That she could never be like anyone else even though she came to life by their hands. She could never be like them, and it was time for her to face that.

Being born was to be given birth to. Birth was to be separated from a mother, but they weren't. 100A and 100B didn't even have mother nor an actual father. They weren't biologically related to anyone.

"Why were we created?"

"Why?" the director asked, as though the question was a light one. Like it meant nothing to him and didn't mean the world to 100B. It made 100B clench the shirt to the point that her nails were piercing her skin through the fabric. But, it wasn't because of her frustration for how lightly the director was taking the question. It was more because of her fear to hear the answer. Fear that rose with every second her question wasn't answered.

100A looked down at his sister's hand. He could see the little spot of blood growing on his sleeve. He wanted to stop it. He wanted to tell her to let go because she was hurting herself and hold his hand instead, but he couldn't. He knew this was important to her. No matter the neutral facial expression she wore, she was actually anxious. That was why blood was being soaked up on his sleeve. This was something his little sister wanted, so he was going to let her do what she wanted even if it pained him.

The director thought about the question for what seemed to be ages. It was like he was trying to find a simple version of explaining it to them. Like he had a secret agenda for them in future production. Truth be told, they wouldn't be surprised if that was the case. They always thought that they were made for a purpose like workable slaves since, technically, they couldn't be classified as humans. To actual humans, they were closer to pets then actual humans.

The director thought and thought. Putting his hand to his chin, looked around the room, closing his eyes. He continued thinking and thinking and thinking, keeping the anxiousness in 100B to grow. It was all until he smiled at them that he'd come up with an answer.

"Because I was bored."

Of course...

100B loosened her hold on her brothers sleeve enough that her hand would slide down to touch the floor they were sitting on. However, her indifferent façade never left her face, "Thank you for answering my question, director."

What was she thinking? Of course he made them because he made them for such a selfish reason. It was stupid to think that it was something else. Stupid to think that they meant more to him then a toys to play with then discard. It was stupid to think that they had a special reason to be created. That they could do something to help the world without being treated as expendable slaves. That their lives meant something other then this. She wanted them to be more then experimental test subjects. She wanted them...She wanted them to be...She...She wanted...

"Please leave."

100A grabbed his sister's hand that was laying on the ground, "I'll ask you again. Please leave."

"I thought you wanted to see fireworks."

100A held his sister's hand tighter. He could feel his little sister shaking. He knew that she was about to burst out in tears any second, and he didn't want the director knowing that he could cause such an impact on her. He didn't want to give people the satisfaction that they could cause them more then physically pain. He didn't want people seeing his little sister cry.

"I told you to leave."

His eyes were those he'd never had to put on his face before. Eyes that were defiant to their creator. Eyes belonging to a person that was going to protect his little sister no matter what. He looked like a beast ready to hunt.

"Alright, I'll leave. You're scary for a little kid."

The director got up from the floor, "Try opening one of the presents. It might make you feel better," then walked out of the room.

"Come here."

100B let go of her brother and her head fell onto his shoulder while her body quivered. 100A gently picked up his sister and put her on his lap so that her face would be against his chest. He hugged her to make sure that she knew that she wasn't alone. That the sadness, disappointment, and weakness wasn't only effect her, but him too. 100A wanted her to know that he was there through every emotion she felt whether it was negative or positive.

"I should've expected this..." 100B's voice was quivering. Her body was shaking, and she was sniffling.

100A put his hand on her head. He didn't know what to say to her. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't find the words to say. This was something his sister always wanted to know, and with that sort of answer given to her life long question, it would be more surprising if she didn't break down.

The answer wasn't even something the two of them even thought of. Truthfully, they thought they were made to be sent off to other people to be used for whatever in return for money. Being made because some person was bored? Knowing that actually made them feel less then dirt. Something they might as well be. Dirt was just like them. It was created only to be used if fertile and ignored if not. They were created only for fun and killed if they weren't.

It was painfully funny at how close they were to the abiotic then the biotic. To the nonliving then the living. To dirt then to humans. And yet, they couldn't laugh at it.