People are a lot like computers.
If you can turn them on you can play with them for as long as you like, until you realise they're not as perfect as you thought and they start to break down, or maybe you've just gotten bored of them. Then you have to shut them down yourself or just leave them on standby, waiting for you to come back and play some more.
My first boyfriend was my best friend. They say you should never date your best friend; it's awkward if you break up, and of course, they're right. We were together for near enough a year, even though we were quite young. It was one of those sickly sweet relationships you didn't want to see, and you'd tell yourself it was because it was vomit inducing but really you were just a bit jealous that it hadn't happened to you. The thing with perfect relationships is that they never last, though. Too much harmony is a bad thing, that's probably why he suited Wendy more. He shut me down and left me pretty much heartbroken, though I'd never admit someone as sweet as him could hurt me like that.
My second boyfriend I'd known for about a month, maybe two. He was an asshole. He treated me like shit, cheated on me, travelled to different countries without telling me and would return to yell at me and tell me that it's my fault he got shot, even when I wasn't on the job. I have no idea how we got together or how we lasted for even a few months. I told him I could read him like a book but I've always had bad eyesight. The sick, most perverted thing about it was that I fell in love with him so quickly, and that even when he broke up with me, he just left me on standby and I was okay with that.
I live alone. It's a nice two bedroom apartment, but one room is dedicated to my computers (which I always shut down fully) and my textbooks. The other room is usually empty, because unless I'm fucking someone (the only reason people are round these days) I don't like to sleep in the double bed alone. I fall asleep in front of the TV most nights, and when I wake up it's always to that static sound.
My twenty-five year old life is this. Working, working, working… sleeping. Working because I have two very important jobs; one that saves lives and one that helps end them. I'm a physician and a hacker for very dangerous people. One of which, ironically, is boyfriend number 2. Sleeping because the only other thing I can do is get high, and I know that if I do that that'll be the time when my friends finally visit and tell me to sort out my life.
But even though after all these years I'm still on standby and alone, I'm fine. Family and friends only speak to me over the phone, I have trouble sleeping, I drink a lot and I don't go out much, but I'm fine with this. I think I always knew this is how it'd turn out, because I've never been interested in things that are good for me.
But I'm fine. Honestly, I am. Because I'm like a computer now; emotionless and cold, just how a person needs to be to survive, don't you think?
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A/N: This was a very spur of the moment thing. I just thought of the worst possible direction Kyle's life could go and wrote it down. So I'm not too sure if I like it. Reviews and critiques would be very much appreciated. I'll try and start on a multi chaptered fic when I get the inspiration.