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have not created any," she says matter-of-factly. “Your purpose is to serve and provide your pure blood with blood in order to secure the survival of our race.” We look at each other. Some people whisper words under their breaths and others gasp in shock.
    “Quiet,” exclaims Roderick sternly. His eyes are like daggers piercing into us.
    “After the devastation, the Remainders renamed our city Avalon. They divided her into three sectors and they are as follows:
    “Researchers serve as our doctors and scientists. They are responsible for all our medical work as well as keeping our society up to date with the latest technology.
    “Enforcers are our military. Their purpose is to keep order among the pure bloods and clones alike. They protect all of us.
    “Laborers make up the third sector. They are the most populated sector and our most diverse. They are the cooks, tradesmen, sanitation workers, etcetera. They are the backbone of our society.
    “You will live in the sector where your pure blood resides. Your names reflect your sector, followed by the number of clone you are in that sector. For example, a clone who lives in the Researcher sector and is the five hundred and second clone to be made in that sector would have the name Researcher-502. Does everyone understand their names?” Dr. Kendall asks. We all nod.
    That explains the sign on the door of my room. My name is Enforcer-656. I belong to someone in the military sector. With the little knowledge we have been given so far, I do not know if belonging to the Enforcer sector is good or bad.
    My comrade next to me leans in and whispers, “Looks like I am Enforcer-658,” she says. “Not much of a name. Couldn’t they have come up with something that sounds better?”
    For a moment, I stare at her blankly. She is worried about her name? I have so many questions about where I fit into this new society and this girl is concerned that her name is not more creative. I want to shake her or slap her to make her wake up and see there are more important things than her name. However, before I speak and shut down her insignificant trouble, I take notice of the fear in her eyes. “I am Enforcer-656,” I respond.
    “That means we will be in the same sector. I hope we will see each other around.” She smiles sweetly and I find myself hoping the same.
    Dr. Kendall scans the room again as if she is looking for something. Her face reminds me of a statue. She is hard, cold, and shows no feeling in the way she carries herself and her expressions. She acts annoyed, as if talking to us is beneath her.
    "Now that you have been given a basic history..."
    "Wait a minute!" She is interrupted by the boy sitting in the front row whose neck I inspected. "Why would we believe you? Why would we give you our blood? You are crazy if you think we are just going to let you take what is ours.” He looks at the people sitting around him. "What are we doing here? We can just leave." With that, he stands.
    "Ah! There you are!" replies Dr. Kendall, almost smiling, giving her a look that is sinister. I think I preferred her expressionless face. "There's always at least one! Roderick, would you give me a hand? It's time for a demonstration," she says, and this time she is smiling.
    Roderick is all too happy to oblige and walks over to the boy and stands in front of him.
    Dr. Kendall continues her lecture. "Every clone has a microchip. Through this microchip, we can upload information to your brain. That is why all of you can walk, talk, and know the basic information that anyone your age would know. Once the information is uploaded, your brain stores it in your long-term memory. A tracking device is a feature of the chip. We wouldn’t want any of you getting lost. Your personal information is also stored in the chip. The date you were born, the district in which you live, the name of your pure blood, etcetera.  While your chip serves many purposes, the most useful purpose of it is inflicting