I Used to Be an Outcome - Part 0
Outcomes don't kill people unless it's to further our mission or to protect ourselves from life-threatening situations. Us outcomes don't interfere with each other's missions.
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Seven years ago.
Within the pure white walls of the room, a young eight-year-old Mackenzie sat, playing with some dolls. It was the facility that produced all of the outcomes—well, not necessarily produced, more like this facility was where all the outcomes were housed. The room was quite spacious, it had enough space for her to walk around, it was about the size of a standard classroom, except the room was just hers, as were the rooms for all the other outcomes.
"Mac, it's lunchtime!" There were caretakers who frequented each room, bringing things the children requested and their designated meals. She put the tray down, and in it was a salad, some macaroni and cheese and an orange fruit drink. With hardly any interaction, the caretaker left the room, to tend to the next one.