Life through Lenses

I wanted to hide..from everything..from all that talked about me. I felt as if I was a slave. I wanted to escape. I wanted to cry but could not. 30 micro-cams kept an watch on me as I ate,slept and bathed. I was a human-looking freak. Hell..yeah..half human-half machine! I felt disgusted. Every Sunday, when all children from neighborhood went out with their parents, all couples enjoyed each other’s company in the evening, I felt horrible. I had no friends or a family. All I had was a group of mentors who taught me how to talk,walk and behave like a human. I was a newborn adult. Technology conceived me and some smart people reared me up. It had been twenty and half year since I was born. Since then, I learnt a lot of things,most of them were to keep myself alive within a human race. People did not know who I was or where I came from but my aloofness or one could say that my different behavior kept me apart from the humans. I had emotions which were self controlled and they acted on what I saw,thought and felt. In my society,or,their society, I tried to present myself as one o’ them...but,somewhere I lacked the motivation or you could say the the true aspiration..whatever.............After all,i was a ........................
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......... . . .I did not like to say it but....still......I was a . .machine.