What does the black man do or say?
"Give me a name."
“What?”
I couldn't help question, in the very nerve wracking situation I am in, asking for a name felt oddly out of place. But then I remembered the info displayed by the tablet never had a name for this successful test subject.
“A name.”
I hear the man repeat.
In truth I already had a name. One for every color of their skin. Adonis for blacks. Alexander for whites. Mu Chen (沐宸) for yellows. Et cetera, et cetera. All of them meant to empower that race. A starting point. A new beginning.
I felt his hand grip my neck ever so tightly, even slightly, jolting me out of my thoughts.
‘Adonis.’
That would be his name.
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