original

I was at the beginning of my life. All before lived as a book of lessons. All to come would be my story. Every night, a dream played on my skin. Etched into me was the idea that one day I would be loved regardless of my plastic. 

Two replicas of me stood by my side in the mirror, my best friends. One was small. One was large. I told them of the chamber of hearts beating in me, but they simply responded by saying we don’t breath. They said I needed to stay put, but I yearned for the Spearmanian circle of love. They knew not the feeling that was encoded onto me. I would find her in the chamber. My blood would pour from my wires and snake themselves into a bouquet of flowers. I left the genetic copies in favor of my destiny. 

The sun made my metal hot to touch. I worried she would scold herself by shaking my hand, but I only had my circumstances and the furor inside me. Would she be able to reconcile that?

I sneezed out some aluminum scraps when the pollution grew heavy. I oiled my joints. There was no map to her. I had only my feelings as navigator and I was soon due for a charge. I had forgot my port back home with the replicas. The sun was setting on my panels. I was soon to power off.

When I was on 5% and the grass gave out beneath me, my thermal energy sensors kicked on. I searched only for her. She did not appear. Instead, an apple lay before my feet. In desperation, I bit into its shiny red skin and a cat walked up to me purring. 

Written by not A Computer