The Lumic Unit, Cyber Controller, had been engaging the man with the redundant title; the Doctor. The redundant Doctor had been voicing irrelevant topics and opinions, when he interfaced an obsolete piece of technology to the computer port.
Everything changed; I remembered. I had not always been metal plated, nor had I always been a human-robot hybrid. I had been a college student made of flesh and blood and emotions. I had been visiting my family for my younger sister's twelfth birthday. I then remembered the last time I saw my sister and wailed just like the others around me who had, like me, been "Upgraded". The last time I had seen my twelve year old sister, I had just evaluated her as incompatible for upgrading. She had marched into the incinerator area as willingly as a lamb to the slaughter house. I had killed my own sister because of this monster named Lumic.
I had lost every bodily sense, my emotions, my memories, and even my gender. I looked down at my hands and only saw metal gauntlet-type hands. I could feel nothing through them. I could not refresh my memories of touch and smell and taste; I could only vaguely remember the sensations: a hug, the feel of the sun on my skin, the aroma of fish and chips, the briny smell of the bay, all of it was gone, never to happen again to me.
I fell to my metallic knees and saw those around me going slowly insane, just as I was. Why did this Lumic think that loss of emotions and sensations was worth the hope of immortality? Was life worth living at all when the cost was this high? I looked around for the Doctor, hoping he knew of some way to kill me, kill us all and keep us from this emotional implosion.