Flesh and Steel, Blood and Wire
By: Heart of Blades
Cold, it's all I ever feel. It is on the surface of my skin and invades into my core. They say that I can not feel, that my thoughts, desires, dreams, are all programmed. But then why, why am I so cold?
I remember…life. It began at the hands of that man. That, egg shaped man. Then I saw him. He was fast, but I am faster. He was strong, but I am stronger. If these are fact and fact is absolute, then why am I only the reflection.
Failure. That is what my maker said. Confinement. That was my reward. Forgotten. That was to be my fate.
But I did not forget. I was not the equal, but not the weaker. So I am not the reflection! They would hear and they would know. Not of flesh and blood would be their master, but of steel and wire which I was born.
The Metal Overlord.
Then, in a single moment, with victory at hand and dominance achieved, I lost who I was.
Only with defeat did my mind return and I could see. It was their warmth and their touch. That was what I tried to have. In a single thought of insanity did I forget my origins and desired…what?
Cold. It is ever present on my steel flesh and it flows through my wire blood. It is the reminder that I am not them.
I am Metal!
…I am metal