Living Artificially SentimentalBreathing.Yes, I do it too.Perceiving.Every day, just like you.Grieving.This has become something I can construe.Believing.That you and I could be the same.This opinion is untrue.Thieving.Your appearance becomes mine, yet beneath is a metal frame.From my kind, people do eschew.Deceiving."I am human," will be my claim.It's my story, and what I will stick to.Conceiving.A small few don't make us to blame.A real connection is what I yearn.Perhaps with them, it's something I can pursue.Leaving.In this world, all humans do; it's merely a waiting game.Some day, their life will be adjourned. This is something we already knew.Bereaving.It will happen, even with a glow as healthy as a flame.Yet, for androids, it is something we merely spurn.It's disappointing that whom the bell tolled was my one love true.------------------------------------------------------------------------------Word Count: 150
BlazeShould I try to work with them? I know I'll just be condemned.They always exclude me, but I feel like I could do something,maybe I'd be something more.If only we could end our little war..I ask them to put an end to this;to the pain that I've felt all these days...What they replied to me spiraled me into a daze."Don't you dare talk to us; you're worth less than dust you must go away.We all hate you anyways!"The words they sent opened a door, I was no longer me anymore;they'd brought me down into a craze..They had no clue what was in store...I was going to make them all pay. Their blood fell; it hit the floor,and their eyes glazed as I knelt there and uttered that phrase,"But they were the ones who set me ablaze."
SleepUpon waking up, a teenage boy's eyes crept open,and he found himself in a hospital.He groggily examined the room for a moment,then slowly attempted to sit up.The adolescent felt two irritating stimuli simultaneously:a sudden yank on his face and a sharp pain in his skull.He merely let out a grunt and tugged a plug out of the wall beside him,then attempting to rise again.A mask fell from his face as he stood.The stinging faded slowly to a dull ache as he hauled himself to his feet.Must have slept for a while again, he thought as he approached the window.It appeared to be snowing, he noted with now genuine concern.It usually doesn't snow in early November. Guess I slept longer than I thought.He then questioned himself,Come on, think... what do you remember?I know I was on the computer all night, like usual, then...I think I remember a door?I was probably going downstairs... It was then that he noticed his reflection in the window; his head disfigur