Out of the womb her blue hair was abundant. Surely the first thing anyone was to notice, meaning that they would know right away that she was an architect. She was one of few who could create. There were those whom were gifted in words, others robots, who knew what this child was going to create for society. What enrichment would follow. The elder had a special plan for her. His inspiration was starting to fade, as it did with all architects, but he wanted to keep his power and status. There was no on in the world who would make him retire. He would claim that this child's inventions were his own. She was to be kept in the forest, far away from all other humans. Announce that the child was a stillborn, take her inventions for his own. The plan was simple and implemented flawlessly.
The young girls cries were stifled as the doctor took her out of the room. A nurse regretfully informed the architects surrogate that the child was stillborn and t