Identity: Chapter 3 by Julia Young

Identity: Chapter 3-- Final
One head to the next, I was part of a machine. Stripped of my individuality, my ingenuity; my body was being used as a tool. Their feet mimicked the conveyer belt, while my hands mindlessly manipulated each object that came my way. The assembly line was further down, where another tool dressed them in uniform attire. Thirty minutes passed and I had already gone through six bodies. My mind was tied. I did this all without my own control. This wasn't me... I was inside this body, fighting for a way out. But instead, the walls that bounded me kept going. Body after body after body: buzzed, waxed, bald. At this point I was screaming, hanging on the hopes that I might wake up from this terrible nightmare. All was in vain, however. No matter how loud or long I cried out for, no one was going to save me. Helpless, I stopped. I stopped screaming. I stopped struggling. I stopped thinking. And I was dead again...
The hands below continued to do their job. Fastidiously creating sublime products; eight bodies this time-- a new record. A mindlessly mechanical routine, done with upmost prowess; The Man would be proud. Yes, The Man. You do know who I'm talking about, right? He is the mastermind behind all of this. Whipping us useless human beings into the largest living machinery in the world.  Every girl in Nebraska at the age of seventeen was to be abducted by a group of men in black, escorted to the warehouse. The Man called it his "Biomachinery Project", saying it would be his claim to fame-- Nebraska's claim to fame.  This was a private operation, and word about it never breached our state borders.
Of course upon our withdrawal from our normal lives this project sounded appalling. Although their names have been wiped from my memory, I am almost positive I had a family: a mom, dad, and two brothers. I suspect that they were good to me, for the girls chosen for the operation had to be in optimal conditions. What I do know for sure though is that like every other inhabitant of Nebraska, I knew what this "Biomachinery Project" was... even before I was actually abducted. Although it was preferred to keep it on the down-low, everybody talked about it. There were many rumors: rumors about the girls being starved, raped, drugged. Yet despite the horrible hear say we were told to go on with our lives as if it didn't exist. So, to cope with our inevitable fate, young girls often focused on the more positive rumors. For example, many said to have heard of girls snapping out of their programmed mindsets; regaining consciousness within their lifeless body, able to escape the system. However no one had ever seen a girl walk out alive, and as to my own experience here, I have never experienced one of these episodes of reality.

The end.