Artificial Blood Ties
I have mechanical flesh. Daddy made me. I never knew mother, though I remember her. I was built, born a lab rat, my father's abomination. Mechanical flesh, organs, everything. I never knew there was a difference until … I thought it was all me, my personality that said I didn't like being in danger; I came home early for violin lessons instead of being around normal kids, playing soccer. I wasn't much for organized sports, and I always thought that was me. Turns out it was my dad. He made me how he wanted me to be, like the dead kid. I never had a choice; I don't grow beyond programming – I don't act outside of guidelines. I make myself sick. Daddy makes me sicker. He couldn't let go, and he created me because he was sad. The other night I dreamed that there was a label tattooed on my back: "Made in Japan." I don't understand how I can dream. Father always fooled himself that I was real – he worked so hard to fool me too. He wanted to break my heart before the world shattered it. I would have found out sooner or later. I don't even bleed…
Author's Notes: Ah, Zeo…