I was born human. Flesh and blood. Warmth and softness. Humans really are so soft and warm. But only physically. I was not human enough for other humans. They treat me different. It was humans that hated me, and I hate them. To get away from them, I removed my humanity.
I am a machine. Metal and wires. Cold and sharp. Machines really are so sharp and cold. But they don’t lie. I am not machine enough for other machines. However, they do not mind. Machines have never hated me, and I never hate them. To become one of them, I removed my humanity.
I was born a human, hated by humans, and now I am a machine.
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