I like to think of myself as an inventor. But at the same time I am an invention. You are a machine, I am told. And yet, I can think for myself. It’s because you’re unique, they tell me. And yet, I still feel like I'm just one success among many. You were made to be exactly like a human, they tell me. And yet I don't feel anything at all. So what exactly am I? I ran away from them. I don't really know why. They said I'm supposed to act just like a human. Maybe humans don't like being cooped up. I wouldn't know. As smart as they say they made me, I don't understand much. There are people around me who move, talk, live. I discovered that the world is constantly in motion. I don't feel like I'm part of it. I feel isolated from all movement and all life, as if I am frozen in the mist of it all. But I'm not frozen; in fact, I haven't stopped moving since I ran away. "Attention !" » someone shouted, then the weight of a man came crashing down on me and we both hit the ground as a car roared past us, narrowly missing us. A lovely blue sky greeted my eyes and I stood still beneath the man trying to piece together what had just happened. “Are you okay, Miss?” The man asked frantically, worry in his voice as he pushed me away. "I was sure you were going to get hit, they really weren't looking where they were going..." he stammered then stopped when I didn't get up. " Miss ? " " What ? I asked, moving my eyes to rest on the man. He was surprisingly young with shiny black hair a little disheveled from its fall and emerald green eyes that looked at me anxiously. “You must have hit your head when you fell.” The man concluded, his eyebrows drawing together as his eyes roamed over my body. It occurred to me that he might be... middle of paper... at our house. » ordered the masked one and, in one fluid movement, turned around and moved with a somewhat bouncy gait towards the opposite end of the aisle. I had no heart in me to run, no breath to quicken as my pulse skyrocketed. But my thoughts were racing through my mind, frantic in their own way. I was already trying to solve this situation, like one of the problems scientists gave me to test my intelligence a long time ago. But this problem had no answer, I couldn't even understand all the data given to me. Cyrus was one of them, I knew it and I still wasn't willing to accept what was right in front of me. "I'm sorry." A voice whispered right next to my ear and my thoughts calmed as my vision became blurry, something I had never experienced before, and the sounds became muffled and eventually the world went dark around me. Something told me I wouldn't have dreams.