Okay so this story is a bit different than my other stories. This one is more of a story involving BamBam. If I get enough positive responses and people that are interested then I will make a sequel!!!! It's a bit different, but I still like it! Enjoy!

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Everybody has a soul. Right?

A soul is what causes you to feel deep emotion.

Feelings of happiness or sadness or anger, they bubble and grow inside you making you feel that sensation with your whole body. Because of your soul. Your connection to deeper emotions and thoughts.

Have you ever been so angry that you start to clench your jaw and ball your hands into fists? Your whole body tenses up as you hold in the desire to scream your lungs off?

Have you ever felt so sad that you can feel a hole being stabbed into your chest, weighing you down, making your whole body shake and your breathing hitch as hot, salty tears stream down your face?

Have you ever felt so Happy that you could just run and shout your joys to the world, and all you want to do is smile because nothing in the world can ruin your happiness?

Well I haven't.

You see, I wasn't just randomly born to fulfill a personal destiny. I was genetically engineered and created by government scientists. I am a testing subject for anything that they would need to use me for, Including things like new inventions or products, medical studies, or even finding a cure for cancer.

I am just a tester, as regular people refer to us as. Born without feelings, or emotions, or souls. I dont know how you can be born without them, but we just are. My Comissioner said so. We weren't good enough to be given souls or emotions, so now here we are born into a government facility.

And yes. There are many of us. Said to be soulless, emotionless, beings created for the use of others.

I've always wondered what happiness feels like..., or sadness, or any emotion for that matter. Sometimes at night I stare at the ceiling with my eyes wide open until they start watering so I can pretend that I'm crying. So I can pretend to be able to feel.

Life without feelings, without emotions, Its boring. In fact it's barely a life at all. If I could have one wish, anything in the world, I would wish to sense feelings.

I want to know what it's like. I want to be normal. I want to experience things,I want to experience real life filled with soul and emotion.

I want to feel.

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"Test subject F-642 please report to Exam lab 21 for thorough examination."

I sat up on my bed and hopped down before slipping on my plain white shoes and exiting my bunk area. Heading down the large, main hallway and glanced at each sign in search for stairway E which led downstairs to the exam labs. I had been to the Examination floor thousands of times before, so it is not like I didn't know where I was going, but otherwise if I didn't look at each hallway sign I would just stare straight ahead like everyone else and look like a mindless zombie, and I am not mindless. I want to make that very clear. I have thoughts and ideas that run through my head. The gears up there aren't jammed. I am actually very intelligent. Intellect is something I do have, its just the emotion part I don't possess.

After I reached the hallway I descended the staircase and found lab 21.

I knocked on the door before I pushed it open and entered the lab.

"Hello F-642. Please seat yourself on the table."

I sat down on the metal medical table. It was cold at the touch and it made me shiver at the touch.

I was wearing my normal outfit, a plain white night gown which made exams and testing easier to do.

The doctor started with a full physical exam. He checked my ears, eyes, nose, muscles, reflexes, ect.

Once finished with the physical, he pulled out a large needle and poked it right into my skin to take a blood sample.

I stared straight at the needle as he took the sample, like I always do. Concentrating on it as the syringe slowly filled up with my blood. I wanted to feel some sort of twinge or ache, but to no surprise I didn't

He bandaged my arm up afterward and put the syringe of my blood into a container labeled with my ID.

The doctor turned to me and spoke. "All of your vital signs and reflexes are good so you are going to be the subject for an outsider group observation session."

Outsiders are normal people. And tour groups of teenage outsiders from different high schools visit the labs on field trips and observe selected testers 'for educational purposes.' But I take it more as an opportunity for the labs to show the students how lucky they are. "Hey look at that pathetic tester! Don't you feel lucky that you aren't one of them? You get a chance to have a life where as they'll be dead by 18!"

Yeah, right. So educational.

"Report back here in the morning. Okay? Subject F-642, you are free to go."

I nodded and slid down off of the table before slipping my shoes on and wandering back to my cell.

I walked past the intensive unit which is where 'infected' testers go. They are the ones affected by certain products or vaccines and show signs of change in their actions or appearance, so they are put into isolated all glass rooms to be observed.

Being a tester is a dangerous job, and it sucks that we have no other choice than to be one, because many testers die everyday. In fact I am one of 200 testers still alive of the first 700 marked testers, both male and female.

Finally getting back into my cell I scanned my arm with my ID chip and the door opened and closed again behind me once I had both feet on the other side of the door.

Shuffling over to the wall on the right side of my bed I checked the crack in the wall for any notes from my cell neighbor, Leopold, A.K.A M-578. About six years ago after Leopold was used to test one of the millions of possible cures to the common cold, before the 'infected' labs were created and there were only about 20 of us testers here, he was starting to act differently and was a lot more violent. That afternoon at lunch I had told him how a worker had refused to give me food because of a test I was currently being used for, and I was starving.

When we went back to our cells that night, and dinner was passed out to each of our cells I had finally gotten dinner, but before I was able to eat any a cell worker ripped the food tray out of my hands threw it on the floor.I remember yelling at the worker about how hungry I was and I remember he threatened that he was going to sedate me. Then Leopold started to smash a chair repeatedly into the shared wall of our rooms. Immediately Both cell workers hurried into his room to sedate him.

While they were distracted by him I hurriedly grabbed the roll and apple from off of the try on the ground and hid it under my pillow before any workers saw. The workers ended up sedating Leopold, but not before he made a big crack in the side of the wall.

The workers never reported the damage to the wall so it just stayed there, and now Leopold and I use it to talk to each other and send notes.

As to why Leopold did it, the doctors don't blame him because they thought his actions were just side effects of the test he was doing, but he claims he was distracting the workers so I could grab food.

Ever since then we have been best friends. He's 17, almost 18, and I really wish he wasn't because when ever testers turn 18 they disappear less than a week later, and a new tester takes their place. So there's only about 3 or 4 weeks until I

There was a small sheet of paper slid into the wall. I pulled it out and unfolded it revealing a note.

"Hey LMNOP. I'm not doing so hot today. I'm being used to test scented lotion, and I think they're taking away my manliness. Anyway, How have you been?"

I felt a twinge in my stomach which told me that this was supposed to be funny and that any normal person would laugh.

I looked at the paper again and forced myself to smile, to make it seem like the note caused it. But I didn't feel anything, I felt like I was just stretching my face for no reason so I wiped the fake smile off my face.

Hoping he would be there I peered through the crack to search for him, but sadly Leopoldo wasn't there.

With a heavy sigh I laid down on my bed and stared at the ceiling which was the only see-through glass part of the room. It was nighttime. The only way I could tell was by the stars. They were the only good part of the labs. Stars made me think I was normal, because outsiders and testers both saw the same ones. They are part of the same sky.

It was unfair, stars are all in the same night sky and are all treated the same. While Testers and Outsiders are all on the same Earth and treated differently.

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I never remembered falling asleep that night, or waking up this morning for that matter, but here I am in one of the observation labs.

I sat on the metal table in the middle of the room surrounded by at least 10, maybe 15 chairs. They were the audience and I was the show.

I don't really recall anything that happened, I just remember dazing out alot and staring blankly at different spots in the room.

As the outsiders filed in I paid no attention to them and didn't even look at any of them until my doctor started our observation session.

"Alright. Well, good morning ladies and gentleman and welcome to Fenzcore Testing Facilities. This is tester F-64-"

"-Excuse me, sorry....sorry, I'm late." I looked up to see a black haired boy with intense green eyes, shuffling into an empty seat, the last seat in fact, in the front row.

My doctor took a breath and responded "Welcome Mr. BamBam and thank you for gracing us with your presence."

"No problem doc." He responded with a smirk.

As the man continued lecturing all eyes were on him, so I took the opportunity to look over this latecomer, that went by the name Bambam.

I felt a pang in my stomach, not like when you're hungry, but it was somewhat similar. The big difference was that I liked this feeling. I scanned his face and examined his freckles, and his eyes which darted from the doctor to the notebook in his hand and back to the doctor again. When the man cracked a joke I was able to catch a glimpse of his smile. Perfect, white teeth, and even dimples.

I realized that I was starting to stare at him and it was becoming too obvious, so I looked away.

But I couldnt control myself for long so I gave in and snuck another glance at him, but as I looked up his eyes were staring right back at mine.

I hesitated for a second and stared back before dropping my gaze to the floor again.

All of a sudden my hand moved up towards my face and I tucked a strain of hair behind my ear.

I could distinctly feel a pounding in my chest as my heartbeat started to pick up. Sliding my hand over my heart I felt it pounding abnormally fast. What was this. First the stomach pains, then the shyness, and now my heart was pounding. What were these feelings and why was I experiencing them...?

Wait, feelings? Am I actually feeling?