'Normal' (Slow Updates)

1) 4079

The wind feels cold against my face and it whips my hair around. I know the breeze is dancing on my skin, but I can't really feel it. Never have been able to and probably never will. Could you imagine if I could? It would be very strange. I suppose, for once in my life, I would be classified as 'normal'. Believe me, when you live here normal isn't common. I guess they should change the meaning of normal know it's not the norm.

I can't stay up here for long, I never have been able to. They always catch me and drag me back. I bet you're wondering what the hell is going on huh? The year is 4079. Tech is more advanced than ever because we need it to be. Vampires are real. Werewolves are real. Fairies are real. Everything humans ever thought they knew was a lie. But we made the world better. Now normal doesn't exist. My name is Raechell. That is pronounced ray-she-eal.

Just as I knew they would, 3 Clerksom 5000'sappear on the surface next to me. They produce a large trail of smoke as they glide towards me and burn the already dead grass around them. That's all that is left here now on the surface. Burnt grass and large puddles of dirty water. Essentially the same as when you guys were here.

I go with the clerksoms without even fighting, knowing that if I even tried I would need new parts all over again. That would be a nightmare, especially seen as they would need to be symmetrical to my current parts or else my heart wouldn't accept them. For some reason when the sun exploded in 4045 my essence chose a 17-year-old to replicate. It's a pain in my shiny metal ass to get drinks at any bar. Joking, alcohol doesn't exist anymore. We didn't need it so we didn't make any.