1 Rebirth

Today must be a special day because there was a noticeable difference in the air, a bit more energy in my surroundings which look and feel so much more visceral today. Although most Mondays feel awful, this feels more like the rebirth of me and the week. I left my house after doing my morning routine and I left my house to walk to the Train station at 7:46 and got to the station at 8 on the dot. I didn't feel like stopping at the coffee shop today for some reason I'm usually exhausted in the morning but today I didn't feel tired at all. After getting off the train it was only a short walk to work. I had so much work that despite working for 11 hours and skipping a lunch break it still feels like I accomplished nothing.

The way back from work wasn't any different from the way there. I must've been mistaken when I thought that this day was special. A special day requires something different to happen. A promotion is special because... because it is good for my job. But nothing out of the ordinary happened today so I definitely must've been wrong. It's hard for an office worker like me to have a special day really. The weekly routine is so natural and standard that it feels like I was purpose-built for it. In my participation in an act of submission to the way of the world I work and continue to work this week and the next in a never-ending journey to oblivion.

I didn't feel hungry even after my long day at work I just felt tired so I decided to head straight back home despite having an empty fridge. Getting off the elevator on the 4th floor I walked to my apartment with my name under it Nary Williams. A clear lack of effort from my parents who just changed one letter of one of the most common names ever. A sigh is all that could escape my lips as I opened the door to my apartment and went in.

It's just as I left it, dirty with stuff all over the floor and a pc on the desk in the corner that I never remember playing on. I should really spend time cleaning this place. I'm too tired to care about that right now and I should just go to bed. Planning to turn in for the night even though it was only 8:30. I really hope I can actually do something tomorrow.

Walking to my room and opening the door, the sight left me speechless

A man was standing there with a twisted sick kind of look on his face impossible to comprehend but I still felt an overwhelming sense of disgust. His eyes were like grasshoppers jumping over me causing an itching sensation wherever they landed. He said only one word that echoed in my ears before swinging the baton he was holding. I couldn't process what was happening having caught me by surprise, all I heard was the thunk of the wood on the side of my head. The hit was enough to knock me into the wall where I had no time to evaluate my situation and the only thing I wanted to do at that moment was survive. I bolted out of the room and ran to the door screaming for help the whole way. I tried twisting the knob but I found it locked. How could it possibly be locked?

The man had already caught up to me by that point though and he took another swing this time deliberately targeting my leg. The result of the hit was a horrible mix of what sounded more like rubber and metal than the bone that should've been there. It was then that I decided to reach for my face and found that half of my face was destroyed but there was no blood only silicon, metal, and plastic.

"I'm not human"

"Hahahaha" The man chuckled to himself, "The robot bitch thought she was human. What a fucking joke."

It seemed like a lie, a sick joke, or some kind of dream, but It felt too real for any of those things. Although whether I can determine what's real or not after having an artificial body for who knows how long. But that is where I not only realized that I was a robot but that I had no memories of any parents or friends. I didn't know the face of my boss or coworkers. And if my life was manufactured then by who and for what purpose.

"Hah I love it when you show that look on your face like you finally realized what your true purpose is so why don't you just stop resisting."

He and I both knew that he was just saying it for some kind of sadistic pleasure like he was putting on a show for a nonexistent audience. Knowing that I would never accept anything like what he was suggesting.

I punched him as hard as I could. I never noticed how weak I was till I tried to punch him there. He dodged my fist almost effortlessly like I was a child and swung again. this time I promptly ducked and threw another punch at his groin. He wasn't expecting this and took a few steps back fuming.

[In his face, you could almost see unease, not the kind of unease as someone in danger but when a farmer is about to kill a pig who won't calm down. He readies himself to corral the pig but never feels like he is the one in danger. Farmers are the ones who raise and kill pigs after all.]

I swung the umbrella as hard as I could at his head, He used his cudgel to block which I expected and I used the opportunity to lunge at him I stuck out my pointer finger and pinky finger and aimed at his eyes. they sunk deep into his eye sockets.

"AHHHHH, Fuck I can't see."

I felt no remorse before during or after picking up the cudgel first using it to hit his groin again and then bashing his head until his face was no longer recognizable and even after his breathing had stopped I continued to bash his head in.

I felt no pain in my body and no exhaustion in my "muscles, only the exhaustion and fear that racked my brain. I grabbed a coat to hide my injuries and using the cudgel I broke open the window of the apartment that was never mine and I jumped down into my new world from that broken window.