Azalea Rose is no different from all the other gestates. Even though she's been gifted a name by Mr. Northup, she's still only a slave. She exists for one reason-to serve. How could she be worthy of anything more? After all, she isn't even a person. People are born from women; she's merely a human gestated by a machine, genetically altered not to be able to love or even think for herself. Though she looks like a vintage born, the purest form of...