Haia guys! @katarakilbourne writing. This chapter, as the title suggests, is me catching you up on Michael's life so far. This is in third person, so yeah..... THIRD PERSON ENGAGE.
Michael Musco was nine years old when the accident came.
Hold on, back up. Let's start from the beginning.
Michael came from a family with a decent amount of money. He never considered himself rich, but he sure as heck wasn't poor. Even his young mind knew that.
The reason for said money was Michael's father. Being one of the smartest scientists in the city came with it's benefits, but it also had some bad sides to it, like the fact that he was always away for work purposes and he couldn't even tell his own wife what he had been up to. Because of that, Michael never really got to know his father, as sad as that is.
As for Michael's relationship with his mom, he knew her as the person that drove him places, fed him, bought him clothes and made him take showers. In other words, he knew her as his MOM.
Though his bond with her was stronger than the one he had with his father, he still only thought of her as the person he could look to when bad things happened or he got hurt. They had no special bond besides the fact that she had given birth to him.
So Michael grew up with the routine that all of us had to deal with at some point in our lives: wake up, get dressed, eat, go to school, come home, do your homework, eat dinner, do some more homework, go to bed, rinse and repeat. He was a normal child until the school fire.
He sat silently in the back of his mother's Prius, waiting to see the school pop up so he could jump out of the car and join his friends. He, like all people, though that this would be a normal day.
He was wrong.
When the fire started at school that day, he couldn't make it out. His right arm was crushed under a burning log, and half of his face was burned almost beyond recognition.
His father heard the news, but made sure Michael's mother knew nothing about the accident. He had an idea of what he had to do, but he had only tested his theory on a few people, and trying such an operation on his son would risk Michael's life. But..... it could also give doctors a chance to save his life. During the fire, Michael's brain had suffered extreme damage, and if his father didn't act quickly, his son could die.
So he took the chance.
Don't ask anyone in this time period how ten scientists and twice that many doctors could duplicate a person's facial features and body parts, make exact robotic copies of them, and install them so they would work as part of a body, but that's what this team of experts did. The only thing they couldn't get exactly right was the color of Michael's destroyed left eye, which originally was a color that wasn't quite amber, so you could tell the difference in the shades of his eyes later on, but other than that, they copied his body perfectly. They even regenerated the few strands of black hair that had been seared off.
But then came the hard part for Michael's father. He knew that for Michael to live in peace, he would need to leave the world of ordinary humans. He would have to leave the city, his old life, and even his mother behind.
Michael's father knew that his son could only live in peace if he lived in Half-Robot territory, now that he was one of them. Michael could only live a happy life in the Half-Robot Town.
