DEFECT (Open PMV Script)

I...was a defect.
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After proving to be a pointless design, the light from The Stars weakened, turning to darkness. Magic was sacrificed for a piece of technology that didn't even have an AI. Knowledge of who I was became nothing more than wires and metal, powered by starlight that had only a few rays left. I was torn to shreds before created and pieced back together by nothing but nails and screws that stuck into my head like knives, trying to cut away the part that made me feel. As far as anyone was concerned, I was fake. I destroyed so much by being alive.

But I was.

Wandering the streets, being stared at with so many sets of eyes looking at my mismatched ones. The places to hide destroyed the purpose of hiding. Showing more pros than cons makes walking heavier and each step slow, no matter how much the will is to run away. The weight on top crushes bones into dust, destroying all hope desperately tied onto them wishing to be a whole when they wake up. Carrying hope, door to door, resistance from who I once was.

But at night
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When all was quiet
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It started from a raindrop that landed in just the wrong place to cause a series of reactions that simulated pain. Ever sense, fountains were seeked and rivers were roads, the current telling were to go.
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Cables disconnected, screws loosening, whole body set off with a short fuse. A trickle of pleasure became strokes of soot as they climb up into the mind. Water was a destroyer, stopping at nothing to turn decency into rust. Rain was inescapable when wires catch fire and flames of water send no smoke in the air.
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But storms were different.
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A blast of light from the covered up stars that hit my face made me realize. The first time I happier to be covered in wire than flesh, to be running on thoughts and light than on calories and consumption, to be fake and not real. As the energy died down I started to wonder, if they threw me out because I couldn't feel...what am I feeling now?

I sat still, not blinking or moving because if I did the lighting would strike only seconds later. I held the belief that if I waited long enough it would come.
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And I was right.
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Everything after that is only a blur, but I wanted to say this- I don't hide from the world because IM a mistake. I hide from the world...because you are.