I turned just in time to see the bullet hit me. It hit the left side of my chest, where my heart should be.I laughed. (it tickled, like, a lot.) That's when my circuits started to overheat a little bit. I panicked. If I crashed, I might lose my data and have the equivalent of a human's concussion. Of course, I assume so. I wouldn't know, since when I was human I'd never received a concussion. Since then, steam-powered technology had arrived, and, having previously lost my arm due to it getting caught in the gears of Big Ben, (I was a time-keeper there)I had it replaced with a new, improved, steam-powered arm. Of course, Anesthesia had come out at this point, so I didn't feel a thing, thank goodness. I still kicked a lot (anesthesia does that to me), but they got the job done, and I can now move my arm about freely, although if I twist it a certain way, it makes funny creaking noises. Lol. Many cringe when I walk by, and many think of me as a monster, a homunculus of sorts, but I've found that I am not what I've done, what I've become, and if someone doesn't like who I am, then that's their problem. I still don't really care for going out in public much, I get a lot of awkward stares and usually make at least three children cry, but I'm okay with that. If they can't handle the sight of a creature such as I, then they're weak and will someday pay for it. You can't afford to be weak in this world. I've found that it's human nature to despise things that are, or appear to be, different, and it always turns out to be the weakest who feel this instinct the strongest. It's almost like a part of their self-defense mechanism. They are weak and pitiful, and need the best defense they can get. These people tend to carry around a lot of weapons to show how powerful they are, but, in reality, only reveal their immaturity. Most likely, the person who had shot me was one of these people. I despise these people, and if it weren't for the law, I would have killed them off already, for the sake of the future generation. I do not pity these people. I can not. I've been called "heartless" before, and yet, I do not believe a bit of it. My heart's perfectly fine. The good doctor's said so.
I slowly turned to the person who had just so rudely assaulted me. I glared at him, and took a deep breath. I could taste his fear. I liked it. I stepped towards him, and tilted my head. "Now, that wasn't very nice, now was it?" I playfully questioned him. He fell to his knees. "Please don't hurt me!I have a wife, and a family to support! they NEED me!" I smiled gently and leaned close to his face. "Then you should have thought of that, shouldn't you've?"
