I am not a human. I look like a human – a man, specifically. I have the body of a man, the face of a man, the brain of a man, and with the exception of my spleen, the organs of a man. My spleen once belonged to a woman who was pronounced brain dead when she was flung from a car and her head impaled on a fence post.
I always wear my seat belt.
My heart is also a man's. Its beat is steady, even if it tends to be a bit slow. It does what any heart should: it pumps an adequate supply of blood through my veins. It quickens when I am shocked or ingest copious amounts of caffeine. It feels.
It loves.
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Monster
Science FictionVictor has never considered himself a monster. Sure, he came into the world in a somewhat unconventional way, and maybe he doesn't have all of his original organs. And he still looks 30 at 53 (or is it 83?). But his sole purpose in life has been...
