Frankenstein's Bastard Child

Volume 29

It was cold. I don't have a lot to say here, I'm sort of just alone. I don't have access to much but I do have a little computer system of my own to communicate with my holders. They ask me all sorts of questions to keep my mind stimulated but I do often tire of it. I guess that's nothing to complain about though just cause I'm alive. From what I've heard, that's a good thing. I don't think my holders know that I can hear them through the computer. I don't mind what they say but I really wish they'd give me a better name besides "Scrap Army Knife". I am not all too sure what that means but from what I've heard the connotation for it is negative. I used to be able to feel my mouth and eyes but eventually they both went numb from being covered for so long. I'm still not sure what they've been feeding me or for how long. Every time I ask they just change the subject. I'm not really sure what my purpose is or if I even had one to begin with but I guess that's fine. I just wish the people on the other side of the screen would respond soon.

[HELLO?]

Oh, they came back. It's not like them to say "hello" though maybe this is some kind of test? Regardless, I'll respond accordingly.

[WHY HELLO THERE. HOW CAN I HELP YOU]
It didn't take long for them to respond, which was a bit unusual.

[WHO IS THIS? THE PERSON IN THE POD MAYBE?]

Even more unusual.

[I ASSUMED YOU ALREADY KNEW SIR/MA'AM. IS THERE ANYTHING I CAN DO TO HELP YOU?]

I heard a voice curse. A woman's voice. An unfamiliar woman's voice?!

[TELL ME IF YOU HEAR ANYTHING.]

There was a tap coming from around my left. That in itself wasn't all that unusual but something about this seemed different.

[I HEAR IT]

[GOOD SO YOU ARE THE POD PERSON]

I couldn't understand where the ideal chit chat was coming from. This wasn't normal. What did they want from me?

[WHY ARE YOU HERE?]

There was a pause. All I could hear was the typing of keys until their response came.

[WE'RE GETTING YOU OUT OF HERE]

There was a loud bang coming from my front. The machinery over my mouth and eyes began to loosen. Every coil and wire used to feed and give me oxygen was wriggling out of my body in a sickening way. It felt like everything I had eaten for years was rising up from my stomach and out of my mouth like vomit. Wires began to slip out of my tear ducts like noodles revealing a pale blue light. Some sort of liquid began to rush into my eyelids making them sting and twitch. More cracking and more banging followed. All I could see was blurry blue fluid and shattered glass. I never asked for this, please make it stop.