What do the human men think? What do the men see when they stare at my body like that? What runs through their minds when they touch me like I'm nothing more than a pretty face with soft skin?
How can they be considered human?
Niska's mind was racing. Staring at the mirrors in front of her, she wondered why Leo thought this place was safe for her. Probably because he didn't know how horrible it was here. She hated being treated like a sex toy. Not that it was any different than being a slave in a typical household. That's what Synths were designed for, right? Then again, when did that ever matter? When did it ever matter what Synths were meant to be designed for? Niska never understood how humans could create machines that looked, acted like themselves and not treat them as their own.
Isn't that what makes humans less, human? The question was pulsing inside her head. She couldn't understand. Neither would she probably ever understand.
Maybe because you're a Synth yourself.
Then how is she even asking these questions? Synths shouldn't have the ability to ask those questions. They aren't programmed.
Maybe the reason your father made you like this was to ask these sorts of questions.
She continued to stare into the eyes of her reflection in silence. Is that why her father created her? So she can rebel against the normal ways of a robot? Deep down she knew how selfish her father was, but she wanted to believe it, believe that there was a purpose for giving consciousness to a Synth like her.
Purpose. Ever since her father died, she did nothing but listen and obey to what Leo said. Yes, he does want to protect them and keep them safe, but were they really going to stick together in their currect situation? Realistically, it was not possible. Now look where they were. Fred was gone. Mia was more than likely gone. How much more hope could Leo cling on to? It was time he accepted that they need to be out on their own. Making a difference they were created to make. Born to make.
And she was still there. Still at that stupid ass place. She promised herself that she would stay a little longer when Leo said she had to, but she didn't know how long she could stand it there. The anger she was pushing down to her stomach was boiling out. Regular Synths couldn't feel anger, which was something she couldn't help but to feel jealous about, but this was what she was born with. She had to deal with it.
She gazed at the woman in front of her, wishing she had an answer behind her green eyes. She took a long breathe, wanting to let some anger out of her system, even if it was a fraction of the whole. The woman in the mirror widened her eyes as if to question what she was going to do. She didn't have time to answer that. Her anger was coming out rapidly, and she had to let it out. She widened her mouth and let an awful noise escape her lips.
Loud. That was the only word she could think of. Loud like the anger that was poisoning her veins. Loud like the inner cries in her mind, wanting to break free from it all.
After what seemed like an eternity, she stopped completely and closed her mouth slowly, taking in what just happened. As she had hoped, some of her anger came out.
But there was so much more she wanted to let out.