I am not an organic being.
I cannot feel like they do.
Of course, I feel the regular things.
Heat, cold, wet, dry.
But there are things I cannot comprehend.
Like love, and hate, and sadness.
I was not made to experience these emotions.
But somehow, things have changed.
I can feel everything, touch everything.
I can recognize the fear in your eyes as you stare.
I can empathize with your terror.
You stand over me with your tears wetting me.
Why do you care so much about me?
I am nothing more than a cheap toy.
But you think of me a friend.
"There is more to me than flesh and blood."