"Hello? Can you hear me?"
I blinked open my eyes, seeing a middle-aged man before me.
"Where..." I peeped, looking around, and seeing my metal body, "Where am I?"
"It's okay, Daniel, don't be afraid." the man said, and I saw I was in a lab with many tools, tubes and metal equipment.
"Who are you?" I asked, afraid.
"Call me dad..." the man said.
Suddenly flashes of memory rushed through my head, and I suddenly knew who he was.
Who I was.
"I remember..." I said, images flashing before me as I had grown sick and needed a new body, one that would never die.
"Yes, Daniel... yes,"
I looked at him, before looking at the small body of a boy beside me. I whispered.
"Dad... did I die?"
He gazed at me, dismayed.
"Yes, you did." He touched my metal hand, "... but you're alive now... son."
I stared at the dead boy, and gulped.
But in this robotic body, I felt no pain... I felt hope.