Cold. Freezing. It can't get worse than this. I blink my frosty eyelashes and my teeth shutter. A single tear drops from the corner of my eye, but it freezes on my paperwhite face before it can drop from my cheek and be soaked up by the many feet of snow covering my feet, going up to my knees.
I fall backward and land on my back, my legs still bent and stuck in the snow. Snow pours down over me and in just a couple of minutes I have a snow blanket over me. So much snow I can't see. Oh well. I'm just gonna die anyway. Since I'm writing this journal I suppose I could tell you about where I am, who I am, how I got here, and why I got here.
My name is Rachel Karosaski. I am six feet tall and I have long red hair. I have a long, pointed nose and sky blue eyes that look emerald green in the moonlight. I am twelve years old, and I have a shoe size of 4,women's.
I live in Manhattan. That's where I am now, in fact. Now, if you're thinking of bright lights, New York, Times Square Manhattan you're wrong. That was 200 years ago. Global Warming was a big problem, and everything was melting. The environment was too dangerous for humans, so scientists came up with a way to make things colder. It was too freezing then. Humans couldn't survive in that either, so scientists made robots, very high tech and pretty much just humans who were built sturdier. They had blood, intestines, hearts, brains, everything a human had, even skin. The only thing that separated them from people was that they could go centuries without eating and drinking, but that's it.
How do I know all this? I am one of those robots, and one of the last ones. I know I'm dying. It's obvious. Trying to deny it would be like killing feelings, and that's all I survive off of. Everyone I love has died out. I'm on my own. It's unpleasant to tuck yourself in at night, knowing that you will probably die overnight. I'm optimistic though. I know that if I can find someone and then survive with them, I will be happy in the little time I have left.
I allow myself to fall face forward into ice and slush and snow, which is something I will never get used to. I put my snowshoes on and trek on.
