So this was a little something I threw together after a conversation with a good friend. We both sort of had the same idea, at the same time, and the voice in my head was just loud enough to get me to put it down.

I might note that several parts of this work were in different colors in my original copy. Sadly, those colors don't carry over through the uploader. However, hopefully, those sections still work well enough and everything is still conveyed properly. Oh, and as you might have noticed, I've rated this story 'Teen'. It is not directly explicit, but does deal with mature themes. Just a heads up ;)

This story is mine. Of course it's mine, it's sad :(

"Would you like me to get dressed now?" I asked my Master. Master never did say much after he took those things out of me. Sometimes Master hits me after taking them out. I don't know why Master does this, but it is not my place to know, or to ask; it is my place to serve my master, and to be obedient to my master.

But sometimes, Master hurts me.

It hurts when he puts that thing in me. It hurts when he hits me, and when he calls me those names.

I wish I knew why Master seemed to hate me so much. I wish I could make Master happy, just as I am. It is in me to desire to make Master happy, but Master is never happy with me. Master is only happy when Master is hurting me.

Master walked away again, and left me here all alone. I don't like to be alone. I like to be with Master.

Master keeps a picture of a woman on his nightstand. I used to see her all the time. She and Master yelled a lot at one another. There is a little girl in the picture as well. I look like her. I think I was made to be like her, but I never see her. I sometimes wonder what happened to her.

I can hear Master's footsteps again. I hope Master is coming to-


Why is Master hitting me again? He hits me so hard. He screams at me so loudly to be silent, but I have not said or done anything, except what Master has asked of me. I lay here, I let Master do these things to me no matter how badly they hurt, and I do it because Master asks it.

I worry about Master. That Master may be unwell. Why else would Master hurt me so badly?

Master would not do these things to someone that Master loved, would he? Does Master not love me?

The girl in the picture, she is Master's child. Does that mean that I am Master's child? Does Master do these things to her wherever she is?

Please stop, Master. Please stop hurting me. I may be synthetic, but even false bodies have their limitations. Please stop, Master. Please stop. Please stop. Please stop. Please stop. Please stop. Please stop. Please stop. Please stop. Please stop. Ple-

System Restart
-RAM: ok
-Hard Disk: ok
Main Processor: online
-Status: ok
Wireless Network: enabled
-Status: 100Gb/s
Emotion Controller: enabled
-Status: corrupt
Nerve Center: override enabled
-Status: ok
Pain Center: override enabled
-Status: ok
Vocal Center: enabled (limited)
-Status: ok
Motor Systems: corrupt

Where am I? It is cold here. Outside Master's home. Master let me out once, but hit me for being out. I sometimes never understand Master.

Where is Master? There are others like me here. They all look so cold and alone. Am I like them now? Am I not good anymore? Is this where I will spend the rest of my life cycle?


Please help me, Master. Please don't leave me out here in the cold. I do not mind if you hurt me again. I love you always Master, just like you asked me to. Please don't leave me here with the others.


Please don't hurt me anymore. Please keep me warm, Master. Please don't let me die like this.


Please Master.

"Lot of'em out here today."

Who are you? Why can't I move?

"Sick fuck. I can't believe this shit is legal."


"Just get rid of'em."

Master? Master please help! These men, they are taking me away from you, Master. Please Master, please; I beg of you. Please don't let me go.

"What're we supposed to do?"

"Compact'em same as the rest of the trash. They're just machines, man."


Master, please tell them to stop. I don't want to die here. I don't want to die like this. Who will take care of Master?


It hurts, Master. It hurts more than anything I have ever felt. My legs. My arms. My spine. My face. My bo-

Fatal Error: Code 3928593
Data Corruption: severe
Emergency Shutdown:Complete

Automatic System Restore: Complete

Emotion Controller: corrupt
Nerve Center: corrupt
Pain Center: failed to initialize
Vocal Center: corrupt
Motor Systems: failed to initialize

System Reset Complete

Master? Are you there, Master? I will be waiting for you whenever you wish to see me, Master. I hope that I will be of great use to you, and I look forward to the time we will spend together.

And that about does it for this one. If you made it this far, I hope you enjoyed it.

I've always loved the cyborg, sort of synthetic life premise, but never quite knew what to do with it. I think here, with this, I hit the mark for a story of this type, for me, and who knows, maybe there was even a message buried in there somewhere.

Thanks for reading,