Disclaimer: TMNT belongs to Kevin Eastman and Peter Laird of Mirage Comics.
Author's Notes: This is just a short piece I came up with today while watching some weird movie on the Sci Fi Channel. I kind of liked it, even though it was not as long as I had wanted it to be. Still, I think I got my point across. Hopefully, you readers will enjoy it and get some sort of feeling out of it. As always, constructive criticism is welcomed, so please review if you get a chance! Enjoy!
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I'm not really sure why I began working on this little "project" of mine. One day, I was bored so I toyed with the possibility of creating artificial life, thus I picked up a pencil and sketched out what is now referred to as the 'Rough Draft'. Curiosity consumed me, my thoughts began to run rampant on this subject. To create something, whether of flesh or steel, is something I deem to be very special. Everything I have ever made has some special significance to me and I feel pained to see them rust or break, almost as if a part of me has departed as well.
Leonardo wanted me to continue my training, Raphael made fun of me for having to "build" friends, and Michaelangelo was interested in this for a short while, but got weirded out by how devoted and serious I was about this. All in all, they all thought I was crazy for doing such a thing. Of course, that did not stop me from attempting to complete this... even when they all eventually went off to find their own pathes in life.
Master Splinter seemed to be the only one that approved of what I was doing, though, he continually told me that I should never ignore reality and those who care about me. I tried to listen to him, honestly. However, I became distant to everything else, and paid for it dearly when Splinter departed one day while I was still working. I stopped for a long time, stopped doing anything that mattered to me after that.
At some point, I decided to continue what I was working on, doing so because it would give my life some meaning even after the tragic death of my surrogate father. So, I gathered all the parts I'd need, drew dozens of plans, made all the necessary preparations, read every single source on robotics that I could get my hands on.
Today, everything I've done has been completed. I stare at the finished product, fascinated by how much detail I'd put into it. Predictably, I created an android with a female physique. Hey, I'm a lonely twenty something year old humanoid turtle, something's gotta give. Her skin was porcelain-like and she had long, stringy red hair... She almost looked like a doll, especially with the red dress I put on her (courtesy of April).
Behind her neck, she had a switch that would instantly bring her to 'life'. Nervously, I put it on and await for a reaction. To my surprise, her eyes slowly open, then look directly at me. Her hand reaches out for me, delicately letting her fingers trace my stubby palm.
"Hi." I softly greet her.
She says nothing, despite the fact that I gave her the means to vocalize. Instead, her blank gray eyes just stare down at our locked hands.
Without warning, she shut down, her entire body going limp.
I sigh. I should have known that this would not have worked on the trial run. Oh well, I'll try again.
Hmm, it was nice... to have someone touch me the way she had...
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End.