Gravity

Prologue

Machines were beeping, voices were shouting, everything was annoying. Very annoying. I couldn't remember anything. Just beeping. And just like that, the beeping was gone, replaced by a ringing noise, which just agitated me further. A unmachine like noise escapes me followed by a human clapping in delight.

"Yes, yes, yes!" The deep voice rumbles. "They'll put my names in the books! I'll be rich! They'll bow down to me now! Open your eyes you filthy machine, your eyes!" I was fixing to question his judgement but was surprised when I found myself able to see all sorts of color. A grizzled man appears in my vision, smiling greedily. "You can speak you know! Say something!"

"Who are you," was the first words out of my face as I look down, seeing my "body" if you want to call it that. I knew exactly what he had done, but I was going to confirm it first. The guy laughs.

"I'm the one who created you!" He says, smiling at other various machines. 

"Who am I?" Again, my creator laughs.

"You are not a human being, that's for sure!" My lips turn into an upside down smile.

"What do you mean?" My creator throws his hands up in the air and smiles.

"Just look at you!" He points towards a small, thin wire that trailed down from a strange machine and into my chest. "That's where your artificial heart is.  If that ever gets ruptured or crushed, you will die, just like a human."

"Die," I said quietly, shivering at the unpleasant word. The creator stops smiling, peering closely at me. 

"However," he says, walking over to some machines and messing with things. "It will take a whole lot to kill you, so don't worry about it." I tried to move my limbs but they were strapped down to the table.

"Why am I strapped down?" I ask, my voice held no emotion.

"Because I am still doing a couple of tests and making some changes to your program here and there." He steps back as the machine connected to my "heart" starts to pump something into my body, causing me to flinch.

"What do I look like?" I mutter through the unbearable pain.

"God," my creator says chuckling. "You never cease with the questions, do you?" He walks over to another table and picks up something thin and tiny, holding it up towards me. "There. This is what you look like." I stare at the reflection staring back at me.

The thing, the person, whatever you like to call me, stares back at me with dull eyes. My tan skin was alright, but I was not a pretty thing that my creator was making me out to be. Don't get me wrong, I mean I look handsome, pretty young (about seventeen) and all, but something about how dull and expressionless my eyes were scared me.

My creator put the mirror back down, trudging over towards another machine and flicked a switch. Something from that machine releases, making me very tired.

"Sleep for now, I will tweak a couple of things and tomorrow we will see about getting you unhooked from the machine that's connected to your heart." And I closed my eyes.

He said tomorrow he would unhook me from this irritating machine, he lied. My creator did no such thing. Instead, he messed with my system, even while I was still away and I could feel every painful little tweaks he made to my system's control box which was located on the back if my neck. My hair covered the tiny box, but it still never blocked out the pain.

A couple of days later, I began to accept the fact that I'm just part of a machine, and will be nothing but a stupid experiment for my creator. But that didn't stop me from doing what I did after learning how humans act and everything.

Three and a half weeks later, after my creator had turned off the lights and left his lab for the night, he forgot to do one thing: strap me down on to the metal bed.

As soon as his footsteps started to fade away, I spring into action. I carefully, the best I could, try to take the thin tube connected to my heart out. After a few trials and errors, I finally got it off. I was expecting pain but nope. All I felt was my body close up the small hole that the tube has left over my heart. As soon as I found and put on a over sized shirt, I ran out of the room.

There were a lot of shouting and shrieks as I ran pass people in the hallway. They tried to catch me, they really did, but they were no match for my inhuman speed. Using a radar sense that my creator had installed on me,  I quickly found the exit and ran out the double doors.

The cool night air smacks me in the face as I ran across the dirt covered ground barefooted. There wasn't a single building, besides the one I just exit, in sight. But I didn't care about that as I continued to run. There was only one thing on my mind while I ran and it made me more happy than my creator ever could.

I was finally free and out of that stupid lab.