a pretty proto-generic story

Chapter-1: I Reminisce on the Past

He told me there were things far worse than death, I believed him of course, but I never thought it would come to this. Every day I sit in agony, the rift trying to tear me from the inside out. I used to think that I should never let it out, but I can't stand it anymore. "One more day," I told myself. It was nighttime when I promised myself that, and the sky was pitch black with the lights of the city reflecting back off of it, the city was quiet, except for the occasional echoing of my neighbor's loud radio. Even though I never really talked to him I knew I would miss the simplicity of his personality. He was a sergal with red and white fur, he always wore a shirt with some kind of rock/EDM band pressed on the front with a pair of headphones that always tends to be bouncing up and down on his shoulders due to the amount of bass in his songs. I never needed headphones. My brain is complex enough that it can make music from out of nowhere, I like to think that the songs my mind can produce come from many different bits of songs from different dimensions combining into one whole song.
    
I'm pretty sure my neighbor's name was Jack, but we never really talked long enough to really need to know each other's names. The only time we've really talked was when I moved in. He wore the same things he wears now just with a little differently colored headphones. All we talked about was music and where we were from. He said he had come from a tropical planet called Triton. All I said was that I came from up north, but really... that wasn't true. The truth was that I was built by an engineer in a space station very far from here on an unknown planet. I do remember bits and pieces, like how my kind we're called protogens, but i still have a hard time recalling before the crash. The strange thing is, as I was in my containment capsule, all I could hear was him talking about a breakthrough he had found that would completely wipe the protogens off the drafting table.

    Two days later I was turned back on, and I could only see the empty void of space and the shattered glass of my containment pod. From the looks of it, they were about to send me to a chop shop due to malfunctions and needing more parts for the coming primagens, which I assumed, were the newest model for my kind. Many papers were still drifting around the capsule so I read them as quickly as possible before they would soon drift in space for eternity. None of them had information on my creator, they just had info on nearby landmarks for better navigation. I sat for many moments waiting and hoping that help would come, but nothing came. Many Chiron days went by, the only way I could tell was because my time navigation systems showed we were online and were set for Chiron. A ship had started blocking the light from a nearby star and was heading in my direction. I had to think quick> I knew the damaged ship had a short-range S.O.S. system on board that hadn't been activated yet.

         I used the simple rules of physics, and grabbed onto a piece of shrapnel and threw it opposite to the ship. Let's just say I may have thrown it a little too hard causing me to crash into the window in the control pod. It shattered like a rock through ice sending me back out towards the starry abyss. I quickly grabbed for the spacewalk handle right above the shattered window and pulled myself back in. I landed on an O2 canister and it shot straight out the back and kept going until I couldn't see the frigid gases anymore. I regained my wandering conscious and reached for the emergency button and pressed down hard on it as if it wouldn't work the first try. Lights started to flash, normally you'd be able to hear sound in the cabin but due to the lack of things to grab onto the sound stayed curled up in its circuitry. The ship was now heading straight towards mine in an obvious attempt to rescue me. As it got closer I realized what the ship was labeled as. 

       CAPTAIN IRON'S SCRAP CREW #1

Not only was this a scraper ship but it was the HQ of many soon to come scrap ships due to it being labeled #1. I already knew I was screwed, there was nothing even a creature of my intelligence could do in this situation except wait for my demise. A couple of minutes later a crane-like machine scooped me and the ship up and set us on the deck, a man with a spacesuit on that looked like he could go on his own one-man war was waiting for me. He wore a red and black suit with a blade that seemed to consume all light around it like a black hole.
   "I see we have a protogen in Need of scraping, " he said looking at me with hateful eyes." your kind will always end up in the scrapper, you have no soul for humankind or any kind for that matter, you deserve to melt for you kinds crimes against humanity, boys take it to the furnace" he exclaimed loud enough that even I thought the sound waves could be heard even in space. I tried to speak but nothing can out, his men came closer and closer and the only thing I could do was stare while they opened up my display and muffled my ears. Silence……...