Metallic heart

Half of nothing is still nothing...

I am only half but that is enough. Even after years those words still taste bitter on my lips. As if the creation can choose its creator or the machine it's master...but what do I fall under ? Half man born out of an artificial exoskeleton or half machine born out of  a human womb. Never mind , such thoughts distract me from my purpose , that is why we are created isn't it? To serve a purpose , but what do I purpose could a being such as I , have to offer. I am not strong enough due to my human nature and I am not creative enough due to my mechanical epicenter. Neither to cold to be machine nor to warm to be human. That word...it's still to bitter to swallow , being destined to live forever but being to weak to decide on a destiny worth pursuit. Is this all that faith has in store? Granting me freedom to reign over my metal counterparts but making me to weak to stand above those that call themselves man. No matter , it is of small consequence what path I decide to follow...it is already to late...and I am only half , but someday that may be enough.