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Ever since I was little, I wanted to be a robot. I put boxes on my head and said "beep boop" when my mom asked me what I wanted for breakfast. I longed for the day I wouldn't have to "take off that stupid robot costume and ask for pancakes like a human being" and could be nourished by electricity.
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Beep boop

by zcharlie3

Ever since I was little, I wanted to be a robot. I put boxes on my head and said "beep boop" when my mom asked me what I wanted for breakfast.

I longed for the day I wouldn't have to "take off that stupid robot costume and ask for pancakes like a human being" and could be nourished by electricity.

In fifth grade, I noticed a bit of exposed wire poking out of a radio, and curiosity overtook me. I pierced my skin and tried to insert the wire inside my vein.

I was a wimp, and I cried before I got very far.

I was bad at school, terrible attention span, not very friendly or special. I was lonely. Geeky, but not smart. Skinny but unattractive.

I withdrew into drugs, pain pills and finally needles in my skin, shooting pure pleasure into my brain. Lost in a high, I wasn't chained to my limited mind and my unappealing body.

I was one with the universe.

I had no money and no prospects when I met the man who smiled at me. He was bright-eyed, bearded, quick-witted.

He talked fast about an opportunity for me, an experiment that would pay enough to keep me happy forever. I knew I was being conned. I was a junkie, but not a fool.

I knew I could go missing and no one would miss me. I knew I was worthless. But I needed that money. I wanted to be high and happy forever.

It's been two weeks without drugs in my system, but I've been spared the pain of withdrawal. Without organs, without blood, without a fleshy, flimsy brain there's nothing to detox.

I thought when I was a child that being mechanical would make me feel powerful.

I imagined destroying cars, or wooing lovers, or rocketing to the Presidency with my shrewd, impossible computerized mind.

It's been a week since I left the facility, with a huge wad of cash as promised. It's enough to keep somebody happy forever, I guess. I don't know what to spend it on.

I don't need drugs, or food, or love. I don't need anything. I don't want anything. I don't feel happy or powerful. I don't feel anything.

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