The Factory
You would barely notice this place. It's a bland, grey, building with nothing special about it. No sign or anything. But this is where they rebuild people. Not like robot parts or something. They make better versions of existing people. I'd heard the rumors and I figured it was an urban legend. Then my daughter came out to me and I started looking again. She would come home bruised and hurt. The cruelty of children. So thoughtless. So hurtful. I started looking for the factory with fresh eyes. I saw my child hurt every day. Every day she had to hurt herself just dealing with the daily cruelties. Every day she had to suffer because she decided she was who she was. Every day she was my daughter. I dropped her off at school and looked for the factory every day for months since she said she was a girl. What's a father to do? This. Find this. And I found it. No windows, nobody going in and out. No doors. But there is an entrance. And I found it.
