Michelle was born with a fatal disease and was the oldest of 7 girls. At the age of 12, her parents had died, leaving the children alone. Michelle, being the oldest, took care of them for the first two years, but her disease was getting worse. Her heart began to fail, and she became slightly insane.

At the age of 15, the stresses of taking care of 6 sisters and struggling with a disease finally cracked her. She became psychotic and killed the two oldest girls, twins aged 13. The middle one, aged 10, became ill with the same disease and died.

After 2 years of care and treatment, Michelle looked after the younger three sisters, aged 9, 6, and 3.

During the next year, many science and bio companies became competitive and began to find a person to test a new theory on. They were trying to make a spaceship into a droid, but first they needed to try put a ship into a human. Several companies had approached Michelle, but she refused.

After the year had past, she became seriously ill at the age of 16. Worried she'd killed her last 3 sisters, she left them on the street and waited until someone took them in. Eventually someone did. Michelle wasn't sure, though, whether they were being treated well, but she wasn't able to find out.

Soon a man named Weyland had befriended Michelle.

"Michelle… Are you ok?" Weyland asked Michelle as she stepped in the front door of the mansion.

"Yes… Just a bit tired." She replied, and greeted Weyland warmly with a kiss on his cheek.

"Come on then, what were you doing out?" Weyland asked, escorting her to the living room, next to a fire.

Michelle took a seat and sat back, looking into the fire.

"Is there anything troubling you?" He said, pulling her from her thoughts, "Would you like some tea or coffee?"

Michelle looked up slowly, thinking about it then smiled to ease his mind, "Tea would be nice, thank you…" She finally replied.

Weyland smiled gently and left.

While Weyland was gone, Michelle had found a pile of documents. Of course she was curious and took a glance over the details, but only to make herself upset.

She put the papers back to where they were and sat down again, now thinking about those documents, until Weyland returned with her hot drink.

Michelle quietly took the cup off him and placed it on the table beside her.

"Michelle, are you alright?" He asked curiously.

"Yes…" She muttered in response, trying to avoid looking at her friend.

Weyland placed his hand under her chin and lifted her face, forcing her to look at him, "Are you sure you're ok?" He asked with sincerity.

"Yes…" Michelle replied again, trying to not sound upset, "Just a bit tired." She added quickly.

"Would you like to go to bed then… I'll take you home." He offered her.

"No thanks, I'll be fine." She sighed.

"At least have a few minutes in bed…" He pleaded softly.

Michelle saw the sympathy in his eyes, then thought about the offer, "Well… It's your bed, I can't just…"

"Of course you can… It's ok, don't you trust me?" Weyland said, standing up and offering his hand to her.

Those words cut right through her. She longed to say 'I did once…' and walk away, but she loved him. She couldn't stay angry with him. She reluctantly took his hand and followed him down the hall to his room.

Inside was a king-sized bed, normal covers and pillows, nothing too fancy. A mantelpiece on the opposing wall, with a mirror and other minor photos and ornaments on it. It was large and, although dull, somewhat impressive.

Weyland lead her to the bed. Taking a seat, she took off her shoes, "Weyland…"

"Lie down…" He said trying to push her down.

Michelle didn't budge, remaining still, "Weyland… Is there anything you're keeping from me?"

"What do you mean?" Weyland queried.

She sighed again, trying to put together a sentence, "Well… Why, of all people, did you choose to befriend me… Some poor girl with a disease, who was living on the streets…"

Weyland put an arm around her, "Michelle…" He gathered his thoughts, trying to think of something that wouldn't upset her, "There was something different about you…"

"Yeah… The perfect guinea pig for your experiments. Because I'm poor, worthless and I carry a fatal disease!" She said with a raised voice. She looked at him with tear-filled eyes, "Was that why you chose me?"

"I… I'm speechless. What gave you that impression?" He said, trying to cover up the truth.

"Don't toy with me… I know what you're up to. I'm a human too! I have emotions!" She paused, and leaned on him, "You made me love you… I love you…"

Weyland remained silent, holding her slightly closer, "I'm sorry…" He mumbled, "I truly am… I did what I did because of the experiment, but then I felt something different about you… I loved you too… And you knew it."

Michelle pushed herself away from him, standing up in the process, "Really?" The tears streamed down her reddening cheeks.

Weyland stood up and wiped her tears away, "I do…" He looked into her eyes, trying to prove that he wasn't lying.

"As much as I don't want to believe you, I do…" Michelle whimpered, "If you truly love me, then you won't experiment on me." She said forcefully.

"I wasn't going to, but I had an idea… If you were given an android body, it would get rid of your disease…" Weyland said.

"And if it doesn't work? No… I don't. Prove to me your love by not going forward with the project." She put a hand on his left cheek.

Weyland thought about it, and hesitantly replied, "If that is what you want… Will you smile now?" He asked pathetically.

Michelle couldn't help but smile. How could she not? "Weyland… Thank you…" She said, then stood up on her toes and pressed her soft pink lips on Weyland's.