• Well I guess I had no room to talk when it came to being a robot, my body is almost sixty percent machine. After my many attempts at suicide, well... it caught up with me. My right leg, left arm to my elbow, entire right arm ,and the back of my skull are artificial. Well there are ups and downs to being artificial, its makes my stronger, and more immune to injury and disease, and my reflexes and athletic ability have improved drastically (but they're still nothing compared to Marious) and the cons: I'm a frickin robot, mare can track me wherever I go because he put a stupid chip thing in me, and I just feel... inhuman, like I'm not myself anymore.
    i stitched up my arm again, trying to save what I could, but I gave up on that when I noticed that i couldn't move my fingers.
    "Aw S***!" I made my way over to my desk, supporting myself against the wall. I picked up my cell phone with my good hand and dialed up marious' number. I silently prayed he would answer, I needed my arm. "hey, i..." I swallowed me pride and continued" I need some help"... no response "now.... please" I clicked off the phone, Hoping he would actually show.