I Am
Chapter 1

Friday, August 20th, 2010

Author's Note:

Just trying to throw my hat back into the Winx Club ring! It's all about our favorite technology fairy, so I don't even feel that I need to whip out my writer's license; she was basically an open, less than half-written book.

My sentience wasn't a topic I let my mind consider very often. But today was a day of listlessness and stray thoughts; a day of sunshine where even the flowers seemed to enjoy themselves. Of course, that was impossible. They are just flowers, after all.

It seemed strange, so envy a simple flowering plant. It was almost bordering on insanity to consider the small bud of life having a more, how to say it, meaningful existence than I. Flowers don't know what they are. They don't think. They just exist. But even a simple flower is more than I will ever be. Flowers are a natural creation.

I? I am Tecna. My parents were great scientists. Inventors, if you will. They studied life at it's most basic and most complex forms, and from their knowledge of technology and nature, they created me. I was not born in the sense that most other fairies were. My parents were not even romantically entangled in anyway, let alone married. They were partners in science, not life. Aside from this obvious discrepancy, I did have a fairly normal childhood. My 'parents' raised me in a way, and I always felt more like a child than an experiment.

But I have always known what I am, what I was. An experiment.

I reached a tentative finger towards a insignificant flower that occupied the small puddle of shade next to me. The buttery petals were soft as I brushed my index finger against them. Soft. Alive. There was no beating of a heart, but there was tiny systems at work inside. It made it's own food, collecting sunlight. But there were no thought processes, not really. Tropisms, yes. Thoughts? No.

Since I thought, did that make me different? I could consider, I could weigh options. I could shop. I had my own personal taste in clothes, and no computer could determine that. Or could it? Could a computer inside me really be telling me that my favorite color was green? That I preferred comfortable to stylish shoes? That my favorite food, as of last Tuesday, was sushi? How could it determine that?

A real human or fairy is born with genes passed on by their parents. My parents chose mine. The decided that I would have blue eyes, so I did.

I have loved. My face grew heated when I was around him; my thoughts racing at uncontrollable speeds. My heart rate increased, and I had trouble speaking. I loved Timmy. Did my parents program that? Program my feelings? Did they program me to be light-headed when he shyly took my hand? My daydreams of his touch?

As unsure as I sometimes am involving the dealings of love, I am sure Timmy loves me too. How can he love me if I am nothing but a machine?

My hair has never grown. Each individual hair is created of indestructible fibers, so I would not be able to cut it anyhow. My skin never tanned in the sun. It was fabricated my like any fairies skin, but it still could not be deemed natural. My eyes were moist, and could tear when I was sad. I was truly a work of art.

I was a walking, talking database. I was a machine, and an experiment.

But I could appreciate a beautiful sunset, I could cry, I could love. I could fail, I could learn, and I could make more mistakes. I was a fairy, I could make magic, and I could better my magical abilities.

I am an android.

But I am also human.

I'll pick a bouquet of buttercups for everyone who reviews :D Wow… buttercups? That could take awhile…