Author's Note:

Thanks for choosing my story to read. Outlaw Star is hands down one of my favorite anime of all time and was the first one I ever got completely obsessed with. I adore Melfina and was excited to have a chance to write through the series from her point of view. I'm trying my best to put myself in her shoes and can only imagine what it must feel like to be put in her position. I plan on writing another series after the end of the show and focus on the relationship between Melfina and Gene, how their love will withstand Melfina's doubts and Gene's loose ways.
Please read and if you'd be so kind, review. I'd appreciate your input and construction criticism. Your support means everything to a writer. Thanks for reading and please enjoy!

At her very core she was a machine, made of steel and cybernetic fibers to emulate the very beings that had made her. She could feel, but what did they feel when she touched them? Like those she was modeled after she could differentiate between hot and cold, soft and rough. Down to the finest detail she was what she mimicked and in some ways better. If a person didn't know any better they would easily mistake her for a human, a young woman with messy, charcoal hair and large, chocolate eyes. In her embodiment of the species her features were humble. Her height, average; her chest, average; her features, average. She was not completely unfortunate looking but she was far from a sought after model. To everyone else she was just like them and therein laid the problem, the quandary the young woman was faced with. If they had just made a simple machine it could have done the same job as her, there was no need to give her such a form and give her free will. At times the woman wished she wasn't given the body she had, she didn't want the closest semblance of soul she was given. It all would have been so much simpler if they hadn't done that. She wouldn't have felt so empty, she wouldn't have searched so desperately for a purpose that she had no memory of. The young woman would not have met him, she would not have met that man and fallen so carelessly in love with him. If the woman hadn't been modeled in such a way none of that would have happened and she wouldn't face the uncertainty that was laid in front of her, of a future that may or may not include her first and likely only love. What kind of future did a human have to look forward to with an android? And, with her purpose fulfilled, what did the young woman have to keep her pushing through the immortal life she would face?