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The wires like veins and the fuel like blood-such was the reality of her life. She yearned to be just like them, for all she saw in herself was a wired machine made for murder and malice. Sprouting from the laboratory, nothing more than a metallic creature made for the amusement of humans, she uttered not one sound, not one cry for help.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Sci-Fi/Friendship - Chapters: 12 - Words: 29,852 - Published: 01-12-13 - id: 3091458
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Later that night, I started typing down my story on Robert's computer. I felt as plastic keys pressed listlessly beneath my thin fingers, copying my story onto his hard drive all the while.
For a whole month I've been typing, typing, typing my story down—up until my wrists started growing sore. Here I am now, still typing with hands about to fall off.
I wonder what I'll do now that I'm here. Should I tell Naomi and Robert my horrid secret—thus ruining our friendship? Should I simply go ahead and tell them? I think I will. Wish me luck!
—Nanme
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