Science Fiction

My Name Is Nothing, What’s Yours?

A short story

Photo by PIOTR BENE on Unsplash

I don’t have a name. None of us do. Names don’t mean anything, not here. Maybe they used to, for others, but not for us. They are just an identifier. But we have identifiers already. We were made, built, constructed with them. They are etched in our skin. Numbers, stamped on the outside of us, and also implanted inside, so small we…