Ada Orbum is a young girl.
She is the first of her kind, being half Synth and half Human.
She was abondened, when she was less than a year old.
This a Sci-Fi book, placed five-hundred Years into the future.
I like writing about Science Fiction, and What is the Next step for Humans.?
Think Oliver Twist, placed in the future, with Cyborgs, Rising Seas, and AI's.
1: The orphan.
In this world, children are no longer born natural.
Or more precise, all child births are planned.
Every female from the age of twelve, gets a birth control injection twice a year.
The injection last more than a year.
If You want to get pregnant You sometimes have to take an anti Birth-control injection, to be able to get a child.
Human females are allowed two childbirths.
Each childbirth is controlled.
When the female uses one of her option for a childbirth, she get a test for defects.
If she is cleared, and the male is cleared, then they can have a child.
When the egg has been fertilized, the DNA is scanned, and everything about the child is learned.
This is to minimize the mutations, that is created, because of the unstable Sun.
Of course the woman never has to carry the unborn child, because there are Synth wombs, that can do that.
The womb get played classic music, and warm caring robot arms, touch the wombs every day.
Sister Margaret hear the bell on the front door.
It had been a long day at the orphanage.
It is really no longer an orphanage, with all the control of birth.
But the name “Sister Orbum's school for orphan girls” has been the same for nearly three hundred years and why change it.
Even before the City was move under the mountain and divided into seven Okrug or districts.
Each Okrug in it own cavern.
Now a day, some children are abounded around the age of three.
When the parents discovered all the problems with bringing a child into this world.
It is fun to have a child, when they are under the age of three, and then when they get to be around seven or eight.
“We see ourself as a school for girls age three through ten.”
As the old headmistress would say.
Some of the other nuns says: “Parking lot.”
Around eight or nine years old the girls would be adopted, sometimes even by their own parents.
I am not a psychologist, but that can't be nice to a child's psyche.
Sister Margaret gets up from her chair, and goes to the door.
She open the old plast-steel door.
Another of the things, that has lasted for nearly three hundred years.
The doors creaks a little.
There are nobody at the door.
She is about to close it, when she hear a child's cry.
A basket with a baby.
Not a child, but a baby.
Nobody gives up a baby any more.
It cost to much to become cleared for the birth,
and the control around a childbirth is perfect.
The parents are being checked, each month.
Margaret walk into the street, to look around.
Nothing is moving, and not a sound.
She feels like something is watching her.
She picks up the basket with the baby,
and carries it, inside the house.
She get the baby into the medic room.
The medic has the night off, but Margaret knows how to use the most of the equipment.
She normally helps out, wherever the need is.
The medic room has tiles on the floor, and on the walls.
The walls and celling is hospital white.
There is the normal equipment for a small medic room.
With a couple of extra things,
because this is a child medic room.
She turns on the scanner, and looks at the baby.
No defect, and health problems.
So no obvious reason to abounded the baby.
She takes the IR light to the baby's feet.
Oh, that light maybe not working.
The ID tag on the bottom of the right foot, is not showing up.
She turn the baby on the side.
The ID tag on the torso, under the left arm, is also missing.
The baby looks healthy and well feed.
She even smiles, as Margaret is scanning her.
There is an old bed, with high side, that the baby can sleep tonight.
Margaret makes a note of it, in the journal, and lay it on the medic's desk.
Sister Margaret put the baby in the bed, in the medic's room.
The next morning, the medic rings to Sister Margaret's room.
She gets up, and answers the phone.
The medic, Nurse Vasily, has the note, she wrote.
Vasily: “The baby don't have an ID, and no implant to show any data.
I check the system and the news, and it says nothing about a baby gone missing.”
Margaret Yawns: “Well she is a baby, with no parents, and we are an orphanage.”
Vasily laugh a s little: “Yes. I know that part, but I can't add the baby to the system, without an adult code.”
Margaret lift her eyebrows: “Use mine, I have never had a baby, and then we can take if from there.”
Vasily goes away, and sister Margaret is classified as a mum.
Vasily got a friend in the bureau for children to add the name 'Ada Orbum' into the official records, so everything looks correct.
Orbum because that is what the orphanage is called, and Ada because Vasily is hot for a dancer named 'Ada'.
He used a favour, and sometimes he uses the Medic room to help the guy, when his girlfriend beats him up.
Everything goes around, and another day starts, in the underground city of Vorkuta.
The city of Vorkuta, was originally about twenty kilometres to the north-west of the Ural, but the rising sea, made the city move, up and under the mountains of Ural.
The city was a prison/gulag and mining city, before the world started to heat up.
Now it is a Mining city, inside a mountain.
The surface mountain sides of the Ural, are used to plant crops.
The machine outside are either purely diesel driven engines, or they have to be store in a metal house, like a Faraday cage, when ever an EMP is coming.
Humans and Synth can work outside, even when an EMP hits, but Cyborgs and any cyborg implants in humans, can get fried.
Cyborg cost to much, to risk outside in an EMP flair.
So the poor humans, without implants, and Synths works the field, and drive the machines.
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