I'm writing a book, I'll post more details when I have time, but I hope I'll be able to share it! I recently got rid of ALL my projects cause they were like...boring. So I'm starting all over. They call us inconsistents, cause we differ from the rest. We're normal, that is, as normal as we can be. We're all cyborgs, mechanically enhanced so we can live longer and to cure the sicknesses we used to have. But the Savories went rogue before they were called Savories. All they want is energy, it's what they live for, and the only way for them to get it, is from other people. But we inconsistents, at least we can still eat, even if it's sometimes hard to find food on this island of bitter steel and pretty lights. Eat or be eaten. The Savories, don't have mercy, they don't think like humans anymore. I can hardly say they are human. They wander in the abandoned streets, ranked for their glory among others, but no leader, only fear of the champions. One day I'll find my way off this island, the inconsistents don't belong here with those demented cyborgs, but they left us here, alone, to fend for ourselves.
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