Chrome

Secret Dystopian Series:

Book 1

~Reanimation Sequence Activated~

Chapter 1

Beginnings

•Chrome•

In the dark, I see a flashing sign from within my eyelids. It flashes in all caps REANIMATION SEQUENCE ACTIVATED. My eyes open to dim light. My robotic left eye calculates dilation and surroundings, and there seems to be no threat. My robotic arms and legs feel heavy from sleep, and the left side of my head feels more uneven that usual.

Slowly, I remove myself from the cold, metal cot. Clumsily, I walk to the mirror. I don't know why, but every morning I look at myself in the mirror, my unnatural, freaky self. I look at myself head to toe, and I am still the same way I have always been. A metallic humanoid, an android, an unnatural freak.

I take in my horrible appearance. From my pure white hair that is just down to my chin, to my metal legs that run up to my knees and stop. My real eye is a surprisingly beautiful aqua blue, and my animatronic eye is almost the same, but has a weird tinted glow that can give away its falseness. Almost all of the left side of my face is metal except my noes, lips, and bottom part of my cheek. The metal runs up to my ear, which is also made of metal, and into my skull which is half metal, including my brain.

I suppose, if half of my face wasn't robotic, that I would actual be considered good-looking, but it's just a dead dream. I couldn't imagine being normal, not even a little. All my life I have been a freak, and it's likely to stay that way. I don't think I will ever be treated normal either because that's just how it is, androids are freaks of nature.

I hate metal limbs the most. They are heavy and hang loosely because of that. Since my body isn't all metal it is hard to support my metallic limbs. My arms, from my fingers to elbows, are metal. When I first awoke, my body wasn't used to my limbs, and I couldn't even lift my self up. I had to become very strong to actually move my limbs. Now, though, I am used to the weight of my limbs.

Quietly, I get dressed in a plain white t-shirt, white shorts that go past my knees just a tiny bit, and white tennis shoes. I have to hurry and get dressed or else Prof. Chronos will be mad and punish me again in some kind of ancient torture. It's true, he's done it before, I still remember the icy cold feel of the whip against my back.

I shiver. Remembering stuff like that always makes me feel horrible. Prof. Chronos is a cruel master, and he never thanks me for my work. But then again, what do you expect? I am just some freaky slave android to him, that's not worth kindness or efforts.

"CHROME, GET THE HELL DOWN HERE YOU UNGRATEFUL FREAK!" Chronos yells. Great, he's mad. I rush down the stairs to the lab as fast as I can, but apparently it's not fast enough. "What the hell where you doing?! Can't you tell I am very busy and your slave work is needed?!"

"I'm sorry, sir," I say. "I didn't mean to be late, time just ran by. I-" He cuts me off.

"NO EXCUSES," his voice picks up. "Now I want to get to work you worthless ingrate!" I stay quiet in fear that he would kill me."Are you deaf?! I said get to work!"

"Yes, sir," I say, hastily. Quickly, I go find the boxes I was told to organize yesterday. They were heavy and unusually small, probably some sort of technology or experiment. I move the boxes to a small storage room and found the correct dust-covered shelf to put them on.

Just as I set them down, dust crawls up my nose, and I cough loudly. I sneeze and cough harshly trying desperately not to be heard because if Prof. Chronos heard me he'll punish me for sure.