There was an odd serenity to the cacophony that was beginning to swallow me into it's depths.
I descended further into this depth while the creatures of the sea made way for me as if preparing a sacrifice. My body rested slowly onto the sea floor and at that moment a sensation churned within me. What was it? It was almost physical yet I perceived it was not.
"Jung..." I thought to myself.
"So naïve."
My existence was short-lived, I am aware of this. While I had dealt with the typical troubles of a young woman and had felt all manner of emotions, this was not something that could be described in mere human words. Despite my unnatural origins, I somehow knew that this sensation was not natural. How could it be? It feels like it's breaking me apart, the fires of this sensation rotting away the substance of who I am.
"Robots don't die, Jung. Were you so caught up in your selfish, impulsive nature that you had forgotten this?!"
"Stupid Jung..."
Death.
The very aspect of life that makes one human is the very thing I had not accounted for. I had pondered many things during the facilitation of this natural shell. What is a soul? What is a spirit? I had concluded that those things are merely a form of consciousness, something that I inherently was. So I imbued my consciousness into this shell and walked among the rest of humanity believing to be like them. But I had forgotten about the one thing that drives these humans. The one thing that makes them who they are.
But can you blame me?
"We were supposed to be together... forever."
After a while I had begun to realize what that burning sensation was. A burning passion, a desire that will never be fulfilled. The one thing that would really make me human... He had made me realize that this was an impossibility. Without death, I am just a machine. Everything I've done up to this point was for nothing.
"Jung... Just because you created me doesn't make you God. You can't just bury your creation in the depths of the sea and start over. I won't let you."
My body twitched, my legs being the first to respond by kicking up sand and scaring away the small fish nearby. My hips shook and my torso snapped and a fog of sand blew out from all directions. My body continued to jitter for a moment and then it ceased abruptly. The sand fell solemnly upon me and I realize I was alone.
As my body awakened, I could feel the driving of a new purpose. I could feel a shifting of desire. It's not a waste, I thought. I won't let it be.
Atop the lonely seabed my eyes shot open emitting a glowing red light where it once was blue. The hair that spills from head changed to a blood red. I was determined, reprogrammed for a new purpose. I will not live by anyone else's standard. I have one goal, one desire, one purpose.
"I must kill Jung."