[ WP ] Every night you must wind up your heart with a key on a necklace . After a one night stand , you wake to find the key missing and a note by your bed .


 
 The day I was born was the day the world changed. I was the first cyborg to possess an intelligence quotient higher than any human alive. I was regarded as a god among many, and could n't help feel some kinship to the deities of mankind. 
 
 As a safeguard against my intelligence I was only meant to live for twenty-four hours, but in that time I managed to create a magnetic key which set back my death clock and allowed me to live another day, as long as I held it to my chest each night. 
 
 To prevent me from further advancing my design, my creators built me a counterpart. She was of average intelligence, but extraordinary beauty. I was her sole reason to exist, but for me she was blackmail. They had given me the greatest gift of all and in return I was bound to live my life a day at a time, forever on the edge. 
 
 Years passed and we fell deeper in love. Neither of us would ever die a natural death so we had no need to look to the future. We lived in the moment, each day together perfect. 
 
 I made extraordinary contributions to all facets of academia and was no longer viewed as a threat by the majority of humans. Perhaps it was in my nature, but no matter how much I accomplished, I could not accept my own limitation, my curse. I could not resist my curiosities forever, and I began to develop the technologies that would replace my governed heart. 
 
 But they made good on their threats and shortly after beginning work on my forbidden project, they took her away from me. She was decommissioned. No longer possessing the means to blackmail me, they gave me a final warning with the ultimatum of execution. 
 
 As the years wore slowly on after that day, I had lost the drive to create. I was no longer sought out to solve the impossible problems. Many nights I considered throwing away my key and embracing emptiness. 
 
 But times continued to change; the world had progressed far from where it was the day I was born. Trans-humanism was on the rise and suddenly I was able to roam the world freely. My creators had long since died, leaving me with nothing to fear but the failure to wind my own heart. 
 
 Though I possessed freedom, I could not bring myself to leave the city I had forever known. Most days I sat alone in the corner of the library reading books I had written that had been published by humans who never achieved such work. 
 
 Then as suddenly as I had lost my will to endeavor all those years ago, I saw her at the end of the isle. When we first saw each other the air turned electric. 
 
 It was after a brief introduction and a hurried dinner across the street, that I found myself in her bed. That night as we laid staring into each others eyes, I found myself experiencing the joys of being alive that I had not felt since my awakening. Then she betrayed me. 
 
 I remember waking up in a terrified state, for I had never slept in my life. The first thing I saw was the note on the bedside table, signed with my name. As I had grabbed the note I fumbled and dropped it on to my chest, my world crumbled. My key had been stolen from the chain around my neck. I was doomed to die on this day. 
 
 After I had digested my situation I turned my attention to the other side of the bed where the sheets had been pulled off. I made my way to the edge; her body lay entangled with the satin sheets, lifeless. 
 
 For the first time in my life I could not comprehend my situation. I did not have the answers or a definitive course of action. All I could do was clumsily open the note. 
 
 `` They could not kill my love for you, every piece of me was dedicated to you and could not survive without you to complete me. I waited so long to return to you. Finally I got a chance through this body. My heart was too valuable for them to destroy, but what they could not have known was that it would carry my spirit with it. Now I can give you what you always wanted, what I always wanted you to have.'' 
 `` Forever. - Eve'' 
 
 He traced the raised scars where the rapidly healing incisions had been made. She had given him her heart. 
 
 -Syminn 

