Sci-fi piece for my first class

I am alone on our new Earth, I am the only one of my kind left. We have been on this new Earth for a century, one hundred years, and I am the last one. I try to blend in with everyone else but it is easier said than done. Everyone here is “perfect,” I am the only pure-breed human left in the universe. If I am discovered, I will be executed. On this new world, everyone is the same, there are still women and men though. Everyone works like clockwork, they do everything at the same time. There is no school, children are implanted with the knowledge they need at birth. With this implant, there is the virus that makes them act “perfect,” my parents removed the implant from me the day we got home after I was born. The virus is only in the body because the implant stops the antibodies from attacking it.
“HEY!” someone shouts at me, “Why are you wearing different clothes than me?”
I have no choice but to run, I run as fast as I can away from the man. I take turn after turn as I try to get as far away from him as possible. I run until I can’t run anymore, then I stop and walk into a room right near me and pull the door shut. “That was close,” I tell myself, “now, where am I?” I look around for a label or something telling me where I am, there is nothing. I crouch so that nobody can see me through windows and I walk around the room looking for something to tell me what room I am in. I finally find writing on the wall. It says DISCOVERY ROOM. I have no idea what that is for but the room looks abandoned, I’m guessing it was for discovering how to make us “perfect,” but honestly I have no idea. I turn on a small desk lamp and look for a clue as to what the “DISCOVERY ROOM” could’ve been used for. I see papers all over the place, I pick them up and start reading. “We have done it!” Who is we? “There is finally a virus that can make humans perfect!” I hate that word, “Perfect,” hate it. I continue reading, “The only problem is that it isn’t very stable and doesn’t last long in the human body,” this is getting weird, “we need to find a device that can keep the antibodies away from the virus as it multiplies.” These people have issues, why would they want to do this to their own kind?
I gather up as many papers as I can carry and hide them in my clothes. I walk back to my room and spread the papers out on my desk. I pick up one that has the most recent date on it and read, “…the only weakness with this device is that it can be deactivated with a weak magnet and then the person will return to normal and become flawed like humans once again.” Wow, looks like I need to find magnets that I can easily hide. I get right to work looking for magnets, first I check my refrigerator. There is a lot of magnets there, I collect them for something to do. I take the magnets and stick them to my hands so that I can deactivate devices in people. Then I realize that I don’t know where these devices are located. I go back to the papers and scan for one with the word “location” on it somewhere. I find it on one dated a few years ago. I read it, “These devices are going to be put into newborn babies’ backs, near the section of the immune system where antibodies are created,” BINGO! That is exactly what I needed. Now I just have to figure out where that is, good thing I have an interactive poster for the human body and where everything is. I tap on the tab labelled “Immune System,” and then look on the spine for where this “antibody creator,” is. I find it in the upper back between shoulder blades.
I walk out of my room and look for my first victim, I find myself staring at the man that saw me earlier. Good thing I changed into the “perfect” clothes while I was home. I walk up to him and give him a hug and apologize for earlier. Secretly, I deactivate his implant while in the hug. When I let go, he falls to the floor. I stand there thinking I just killed him when he suddenly sits straight up. He stands up and then says, “Thanks.”
“Why are you thanking me?” I ask, “I just gave you a hug and apologized.”
“I am free,” he says, “you freed me, now I can live how I want to.”
I am amazed it worked, “You’re welcome,” I say, “wanna know how I did it?”
“Of course I wanna know!” He shouts, “How did you do it?” He whispers that last part when he sees me motion to be quiet.
“I just used a refrigerator magnet and patted your back with it between your shoulder blades when I hugged you,” I tell him, “I read that even weak magnets put between your shoulder blades deactivate the device that makes you ‘perfect.’”
“Awesome!” He says, “Now I will go cure my wife and kids. Thanks for your help!” He runs off down the hall.
I yell after him, “You still have to wear those clothes like everyone else does or you’ll be executed!”
He hears me, “Thanks! It is definitely good you told me that!” He keeps running.
Time to go find more people to turn “normal” again. I set off jogging, looking for people that are still “perfect.” I run straight into a security guard and fall backwards, right on my back. He realizes I am on the ground and picks me up with one hand.
“What are you doing out at this time?” He asks, voice booming, “Do you even know what time it is?”
“I don’t have an idea of what time it is,” I say, hoping he didn’t hear me say, “don’t,” “would you please tell me?”
“Did I just hear you say, ‘don’t?’” He says, uh oh, he heard me, “It is 1 o’ clock in the afternoon, shouldn’t you be working?”
“I did not say that!” I shout, “Are you sure you heard me right?”
“I am pretty sure I heard you right,” he says, “anyway, shouldn’t you be working now?”
“No,” I say, “I don’t work, I refuse to. Can you please put me down and I’ll be on my way?”
“Sure thing!” He says a little too happily, “See you sometime.”
When I walk away, I pat him on the back and say, “Good job, sir.” He falls down and then goes through the same process as the other guy.
“Thanks, ma’am!” He says, voice booming through the halls.
“You still have to act like everyone else, otherwise you’ll get executed. Be careful and take care!” I tell him, “Try to turn other people using magnets, I have changed two people including you.”
I continue on running, something I shouldn’t do because “perfect” people don’t do that. I can’t find anyone to change back to normal. I keep running until I accidentally run into something very solid. I hit it and bounce off, landing on my backside. I look up and it is a very tall and muscular person. He is very intimidating and he doesn’t look happy about being run into. He picks me up by my shirt and takes me to the security office a short walk away from where he picked me up. I am immediately taken in for questioning. I am asked a lot of questions and then sent to a holding cell for the day.
The next day I wake up to someone staring at me from outside the bars of the cell, they don’t look ecstatic about letting me out. Hopefully that’s what it is.
“You are going on a little adventure today,” he tells me, “I can’t tell you where you’re going, but I can say you will not enjoy it.”
“Just what I needed to know on a Monday morning,” I say smartly, “thanks for letting me know.”
“Speaking of which,” he says, “here is your welcome committee.”
There is at least ten people out there, I don’t know how they will take me wherever I am going. One of them comes back to the head security officer that just talked to me and says something I can’t hear.
Then the person from my ‘Welcome committee’ says, “We’ll take ‘em now.”
I am released from the cell and handcuffs are put on me, I am then put in the middle of the ten people. There are four people on each side of me and one on each end, each of them are so tall that I can’t see out and nobody can see in.
After a long walk, we arrive in what everyone calls, “The Robot House.” I am told it is a place where they turn people into robots that help keep everyone under control. I am released from the handcuffs and put onto a very fast conveyor belt that is running through what looks like an assembly line. I try to run off of the conveyor belt but it is too fast for me. I try to get out from the sides but when I get close, a tall gate shoots out of the floor. I decide that resistance is futile and that I will die here so I sit down and wait for it to happen. I get to the first of the machines and it cuts off both of my arms. The next machine cuts off my legs. Well, this is all my life has lived up to, getting cut into pieces by some strange robot-making slaughterhouse, just my luck.