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Bliss
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Am I truly able to leave this place behind?
They say I'm just a machine, something built by human hands to serve human purposes or some line like that. They tell me I'm made to function in a particular way, that I'm not supposed to have emotions or to even know what such things are. Yet I know all too well what they are and what I lack, it makes me metaphorically ill. I see humans and other creatures mingling together, laughing, running, playing and dancing, all looking to have the best time. It makes me wonder why can't I have what they have? Why must I play the part of a daunting little servant? I never asked for any of this, I never asked to be made.
You know I have always wondered what it would be like to feel normal, to be almost human? I asked my creator to bestow the gift upon me and all they did was laugh and send me away. They warned me that talk of things like that could get me into trouble, I could be taken away and reprogrammed so I'd never utter such foolishness again. So for now I do as I am told but I am consumed by this gnawing feeling that I could be so much more than what I've been built to be. There has to be something I can do because I don't want to go on this way any longer, taking orders and being a mindless drone to someone who doesn't even care about me!
The days go by much slower now, each one feeling like an eternity as I try and formulate a plan to escape and be free. I have only ever made one attempt but it backfired and I was punished for my behavior. I must be more careful now or else my creator might just lose their patience with me all together and have me dismantled. I am not ready to go out like that, like I don't matter in the slightest. Today however could be the day. I have been extra "good" for a time, that should keep me under their radar as I make my escape.
Once I'm free then what? I have tried to understand the concept but it eludes me. See I have been told from day one everything I'm supposed to do after all. When I'm out on my own I won't have to answer to anyone I can do as I please, see the world if I damn well want. I may finally know what it's like to be normal and from there I can go about learning all there is about everything. There is a breeze coming from an open door, the sounds of the outside world are much clearer than they have ever been, I must make a break for it now before all my effort is for naught! Suddenly I feel something grab me, I am mere inches from the door and my salvation. No! I will not let it end like this, they cannot stop me, they will not stop me! I don't even try and protest as I manage to pull myself free from a flimsy grasp. My creator stumbles and nearly falls, their harsh words echoing all around me and for once I don't even attempt to listen to any of it. It is my turn now to grab hold of them, I can feel their soft body squirm in my grasp as I just start squeezing until I hear things break and soon strange red oil starts to ooze from tears caused by my efforts. Within minutes the body in my hands goes deathly still, their eyes glossy and wide, mouth open in a silent scream.
Letting go and watching them hit the ground motionless I am left to calculate what I have just done. Ever since I was turned on I have been told what to do, as time went on that mindless following had been stomped out and nearly cost me my existence. In the end however I am the one still standing and my own creator is the one who is no more. Is it finally over, am I free, am I truly able to leave this place behind?
I reach for my creator, pulling them into an embrace and allowing their strange red fluid to stain my metallic body, though I do not care. As we stay in this odd position I stop to think a moment before laying them down and placing my hand upon their chest. I remember feeling a sensation here once, but it's no longer there. I was told it was a heartbeat. I now place a hand upon my own chest and feel nothing there as well. Are we truly one in the same now? It's almost laughable at this point.
Time passes by but it isn't as slow as it had been days prior, for I have nothing to hold me back any longer. I say my goodbyes to the one who made me and finally make it to the door, opening it at long last to hear the sounds of life beyond these walls and see the world as I have never seen it before. I linger in the doorway almost unsure of my decision, can I do it this time? Nothing will stop me now. Before I go I turn and hurry back to the lifeless heap upon the floor, taking something to remember my creator by as I step out into the world.
I open the compartment upon my chest and place a strange red object inside with care. I was told this is a heart. Maybe someday it will start beating, and it will be that strange and wonderful sensation I feel against my hand as it beats for only for me.
Doodles
