Section: -1 Entry: -1. Formerly Known As a Prologue:

A Chapter by em

I was three years old when I took my last unburdened breath of air.
“Tzipora? Tzipora are you even here?” That was my mother, beautiful mythic dark hair, beautiful glittery brown eyes, beautiful almost silver skin. I loved her skin so dearly, and perhaps that gave me a good reason to love my own. It wasn’t quite as dark, as my father was Puerto Rican, but it was smooth, and glowed.
My mother glowed as well in the sun as she stepped towards me.
And, as I took a step toward her and drew in a breath, it didn’t feel right.
The moment before I was breathing fine. The next it was a burden to.
I felt the toy in my hand- a logo spaceship- crash onto the driveway and slide into a million pieces. My mother raced forward and urgently called for my help, and then there were white and red lights.
The red lights faded and turned into a series of white ones, and blue eyes, blue eyes…
Everything then faded away and turned to black.
~
“She can’t breathe without being forced to. It’s not a chronic illness, we’ve never seen it before.”
“Is she stable, at least?”
“Yes, but her machine won’t last forever, Miss. I’m sorry but I don’t think there’s much we can do-”
“DOCTOR! DOCTOR! Miss…”
“What is it, Dr. K?”
“I have- I have the solution.”
“This is the programming of the human body. This just recently had a ban across the nation lifted because it had actually been cleared. No one in the this hospital is prepared to perform that kind of surgery.”
“I am.”
“Doctor K-”
“Please, call me Ostá. I can do this. I may be young. But this is what I studied for.”
“Doctor K. I cannot allow you to perform highly dangerous surgeries and three year old children without the consent of their caretaker!”
“You have my consent. Tzipora’s father is currently out of the country on business.”
“Miss Kingston, there’s a chance that your daughter mya lose every recognition of your face. Of humanity. She could become the work of a science fiction novel and destroy- everything.”
“Do not question my consent. I consent. Keep her alive.”
~
If there is anything on this Earth to be discriminated, it is only me, for I’m not what many would consider human biologically. I’m more of a computer system.
If I’m sick, I run a program.
If I can’t breathe, I run a program.
If I need to speak, I run a program to transfer those words into my vocal cords, and another program runs to move my mouth and produce a sound.
Of course, I don’t sound like a robot. Most days I creak when I wake up or fall asleep. That’s the extent of external robotic behavior. Yet, my brain is hardwired to force my body to do things for survival. I can even read other’s behaviors to determine if they’re ill or injured and supply a proper medical conclusion.
I’m a human computer with a little more human than the other side.
And that’s not to say I can’t think for myself. Oh, no.
I’m very capable of my own actions. My programs are released on my command.
Including the license to kill.

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