I've never been more disconnected from reality, the whole world came to a stop. I was frozen, unsure if it were all a dream, it sure felt like it. I could hear a faint noise of distress, and as I tuned back into reality I realized it was me. At some point I had started to scream, I don't know when, I don't know if it was heard. All I knew was this was all wrong, it wasn't supposed to happen like this.
Her plastic eyes had turned gray, the gray of my world as I watched her struggle to lock my daughter's body in her chest cavity. My legs worked before my mind and I found myself stumbling over to the hunk of metal; desperately hitting and pulling on her plates, hoping she would open and release the child inside. I screamed for her and pleaded, "Elizabeth! Open up you stupid hunk of junk! Let her go! Let her go!" But machinery doesn't open for desperation, especially not the machinery I had built. I kept pulling and hitting, crying and screaming, pleading and praying. But she never budged, and in the end I sank to my knees, hands glued to the plate that held my baby girl inside. My little girl, my sweet princess who had just wanted to see the robot I made in her likeness. My Elizabeth, though right in front of me, was gone.
And it was all my fault.