[ WP ] - In the future , humans are so modified , and robots are created in our likeness , so much so that it is difficult to tell the difference . You find out that someone you thought you knew is actually not human..

It ’ s a seemingly normal night. I ’ m out to town with some good friends of mine when a call from an unfamiliar number comes up on my ocular HUD labeled as “ Emergency Line ”. My heart sinks a little as I answer the call. 
 
 “ Hello? ”, I ask. A calm voice responds on the line, “ Hello, is this Mr. Johnson? ” 
 
 “ Speaking. ”, I answer. 
 
 “ Mr. Johnson, I ’ m calling regarding Jessica Harley. It appears that she ’ s been in an accident and has you listed as her emergency contact. ”, the voice informs me. 
 
 My heart dropped. “ Which hospital?! ”, I asked without hesitation. The operator provides me with an address as I excused myself from my friends and called for my car. I make my way through the bar, dodging rowdy strangers and finally making it out to the front of the bar where the car is waiting to meet me. I get into the back seat, and my mind started racing with worry. Before I know it, the car stops and causes me to snap out of my thoughts. Taking a deep breath, I look out the window and reach for the door. 
 
 I walk into the hospital entrance into the lobby, making my way to the receptionist ’ s desk. The receptionist looks up and greets me. “ Hello, can I help you? ”, she asks. 
 
 “ Uh, yes. I received a call that my fiancé, Jessica Harley, was in an accident. ”, I respond as calmly as possible. She looks at her monitor and, after a few movements of her eyes, informs me that my fiancé is in intensive care on the fourth floor. Thanking her, I speedily walk to the elevator and make my way to the fourth floor. Stepping in, I press the button for the fourth floor and begin my ascent; my mind begins racing with concern again. The elevator stops on the third floor, where a nurse gets in giving me about as light and polite a smile as can be expected for a hospital. She presses the button for the fifth floor and the doors close. My anxiety level rises exponentially as I wait for the elevator to travel those few seconds. 
 
 The doors open on the fourth floor, and I made a beeline for the nurses ’ station. Engaging the first available nurse as I approach, “ I ’ m looking for Jessica Harley; she was brought in a little bit ago with injuries from a car accident. ” The nurse doesn ’ t hesitate and says getting up, “ Right this way. ” I follow her down the hall, stopping at one of the doors as she turns and says, “ You ’ ll have to wait here. They ’ re still trying to stabilize her, but you can check on her through the window. ” She also points to a chair that ’ s been set near the door. “ Feel free to stop by the nurses ’ station should you need anything, Dear. ”, she says as she turns to walk back to her desk. 
 
 I decide to take a seat in the chair. At this point, I ’ m chomping at the bit. With not much else to do but wait, I try to patiently wait for someone to exit the room. I attempt to stop nurses as they enter and leave the room in hopes of getting an update. Most just tell me that they ’ re doing everything they can, but eventually the news begins to get more positive. A couple of nurses tell me that she ’ s stabilizing and that I should be able to see her soon. My anxiety starts to subdue, replaced with raw impatience to finally get to see her for myself. All the nurses finally leave, followed shortly after by the doctor who stops to talk to me upon noticing me waiting. I stand as she closes the door behind him. “ How is she? ”, I blurt out. “ She ’ s fine. A little disoriented, but doing fine. ”, the doctor responds. “ May I see her? ”, I ask. “ Of course. Be warned though that she ’ s in bad shape, so she may not be very responsive right now. ”, she cautions. I nod and make my way into the room. 
 
 I slowly make my way towards the bed where Jess is laying. Her arm is wrapped in medical tape with scrapes and cuts on her face. She appears to be sleeping from what I can tell, as her head is angled away from me. From this side she doesn ’ t look bad at all, so I decide to take a walk around to the other side of the bed to get a full view of her face. As I make my way around, I start to notice that skin is missing replaced with what seems to be a grey color. I ’ m startled by what I see next. Not only is she missing her skin, but her bone appears to be metallic. Where he right eye used to be, there is what appears to be a camera lense inset in her eye socket. Her seemingly metal jaw bone is connected via a number of small piston-looking mechanisms, the only things looking remotely organic being her teeth. I pause for a moment. 
 
 But, how? My concern is half replaced by sudden shock and confusion. I knew that robots had long ago integrated themselves into society, making it so that they look like, talk like, and even behave like us. But how did I not know? Why hadn ’ t she said anything? All of a sudden, my mind is racing again. I take a deep breath. “ I guess it doesn ’ t really matter right now. ”, I tell myself quietly. I slowly make my way back around the bed to a cushioned chair that has been moved near the bed. I take a seat and rest my head in my palm, rubbing my eyes. After a few more deep breaths, I grab Jess ’ hand and gently hold it. “ Robot or not, she needs me right now. ” Holding her hand, I relax my head on the arm of the chair and close my eyes.
