The Reflections of Us

Reflections of Us

I stare at it for a long time, causing my eye sensors to beep. Sighing, I remove my robotic eye and toss it aside. An extremely dangerous move, but I don't care. It's time for me to take charge of my own life.

For nineteen years they controlled me, hooked me up to their machines,  and probed me with their equipment. They even named me, Andi 1.20, their perfect creation. They told me that it was all for me, that they replaced my destroyed human parts with robotic ones to keep me alive. They lied.

Now my reflection stares back at me, frightening and cruel-looking. My right eye socket is gone, my metal eye still rolling across the tiled floor. My other eye is the brightest of blues that once would have shown life, but not anymore. I reek of death. 

With my metal fingers, I trace my reflection. The smooth, round curves of my bald scalp are filled with wires that connect to what's left of my brain. Next, the ragged scar zigzagging down my cheek and continuing through my bottom lip. 

No wonder I wasn't allowed to have a mirror or any shiny object in my cell.  They didn't want me to see what they turned me into. A monster. 

My extra sensitive ears perk up as footsteps near the room, alert of the danger. 

I've been found. Not that I'm surprised, because I'm not. I'm actually quite aware of the tracker implanted deep in my neck and knew they'll come for me eventually. 

"Andi 1.20." Guard Peter's reflection appears beside mine.

Slowly, I turn around and meet his eyes, so perfect, so human. Unlike me. 

"It's time for you to come," he tells me, his voice soothing. 

I smile for the second time in my pathetic life. "I'm sorry."

His eyes reflect confusion for a moment before it dawns on him what I'm about to do.

"No, Andi." His voice echoes through the small, confined space.

And Right after comes the thunderous boom as the bomb tied around my chest goes off.

The last thing I see is our reflections. Monster and human.

I hoped that by blowing myself up, I'll free the world from my existence. I'll no longer be a tool for my creators. And for once I myself would be free. I was so wrong.

My eyes flutter open, the small room coming into view. No, no, no, this can't be real. I know this place. And I know that this place is not hell, nor heaven. 

Fear encases my body and I begin to thrash against the metal shackles holding me down. It's useless. 

 "At last you are awake." Mrs. Creator's voice tickles my ears and I can sense the smile on her face, though I can't see her. "Welcome back Andi 1.30."