[ WP ] You get a deep cut for the first time in your life , instead of bone or muscle , you see wires .

I knew it. 
 
 On some level I always knew it. I started being suspicious when all my peers started liking girls. I never understood what the big deal was. And where were my birth videos or photographs as a newborn? Plus, it was always acutely apparent to me I was different in some way. Where my schoolmates felt, I calculated. Where they were afraid I was unfazed. If I wanted to hurt them I could do that whenever I wanted and I could find a way to escape getting in trouble every time. I beat them at every mind game. I was, to put it simply, better. 
 
 As a kid I always wanted to learn what made animals tick so I used to open them up and I felt nothing afterwards. I was a perfect actor even back then. I could replicate the exact expressions of a child who was innocent and I was a natural at lying so nobody ever blamed the dissected corpses of neighborhood pets on me. I easily manipulated my parents to give me every permission I wanted. I could calculate every response and every retort they could use and planned for any of them. How could I do that if I was n't something different? 
 
 I never even got sick, but my parents took me to the `` doctor'' every month for a `` check-up''. They always knocked me out before examining me. I thought that was normal but now I know they were not check-ups. 
 
 Only now do I fully realize all this was not human. I am... More. The evidence lies right in front of my eyes, in the wires and pumps that makes up my biceps. 
 
 I kept Katy as my girlfriend just for the popularity she brought, but she has given me a great gift by throwing that glass at me. She hit my arm and sliced it pretty badly when the glass shattered against it. When the bleeding quickly subsided I could see the wires underneath. 
 It only felt good to know I was n't a mere human. I was superior. Perhaps I was programmed to know I was superior on some level because I always did. I am hands down the best student in my class. I always got perfect grades while putting in one tenth of work Amy, the second best student in my class puts. I am a great athlete, 5 times national champion arm wrestler and a phenomenal boxer. I defeated kids twice my size and now I knew exactly why. Mere muscle and bone was no match for steel and hydraulics. 
 
 The barking of Katy's dog woke me from my thinking. I had to take care of Katy's body. What, should I have let her get away with throwing a fucking glass at me? She did n't even matter. She was a pretty nothing who would n't have a contribution to society except spreading her legs for the rich and successful. She was n't exactly smart even by human standards. Anyway, I think I really do n't need to get rid of her body after all. Nsa, the Army or whatever agency has made me will surely cover this up instead of risking their precious android going to jail or something, right? I just need it to not be seen for a little while. 
 I let the dog in and made it stop barking. Then I got out of Katy's house and started walking to mine. It was time to confront my parents. 
 
 `` Ma!'' I hollered with a voice with all the edge only teenagers could muster. 
 
 `` Ma!'' The jig is up, ma. 
 
 `` In the kitchen!'' She was totally oblivious to my tone. I rolled my eyes at her absentmindedness. Toddlers picked up clues in someone's tone of voice better than my mother. No surprise she worked as a lowly accountant in her firm. I entered the kitchen. 
 
 `` Ma, I know.'' 
 
 She raised her head from her tiramisu and slightly grimaced at me. I realized I had a face full of contempt. She hated when I did that. I did n't feel kind enough to change it. Her expression changed to that of a curious dog, eyes wide open. 
 
 `` I know.'' I repeated. Not for the dramatic effect but to wake her the fuck up already. Her eyes darted straight to my arm and widened even more when she saw my wound. Her expression then changed from surprise to acceptance in mere seconds. It became apparent to me she expected me to find out one of these days anyway. 
 
 `` Does it hurt?'' 
 You are curious if it hurts, woman? I want an explanation! 
 
 `` No. Why did n't you tell me before?'' 
 
 `` We just did n't want you to feel different sweetheart.'' She clearly thought that soft tone of hers was comforting. More like annoying. 
 
 `` I always knew that.'' 
 
 `` I guess you really did. You are a very smart kid.'' she smiled. I knew that too. 
 
 `` We're going to need to take you to your doctor's now honey.'' 
 
 `` Is it NSA? NASA?'' 
 
 `` Do n't be silly, they're not doctors. We are going to take you to your specialist, Dr. Lanning.'' 
 
 Dr. Lanning was the doctor they took me monthly for the check-up. He was a sheepish man, gentle. Maybe that was just a ruse, a mask. A good one, since I never picked up on it. Fooling me was no easy feat. My ma gathered her things and we got in the car. She insisted on bandaging my wound, though probably not to stop infections so much as to hide the wires. 
 
 Soon we arrived at the nondescript building where Dr. Lanning's clinic was. My ma had notified the clinic of our arrival on the way. A nurse greeted us when we got off the elevator on sixth floor with a tired `` Dr. Lanning will see you immediately.'' 
 
 Dr. Lanning came up to me with visible haste when we stepped in the clinic room. 
 
 `` Hey there champ. How do you feel? Do you feel any pain?'' 
 
 My arm was throbbing with pain the whole time actually but I was very good at shutting out the pain. 
 
 `` A little. Why did you give me nerve endings on my skin anyway?'' 
 
 It dawned on me immediately after I finished the sentence. 
 
 `` Oh, so I do n't hurt myself and bleed out or leak out without realizing, yeah?'' I said before the doctor could answer my question. 
 
 `` As smart as always.'' replied Dr. Lanning with a smile, as he grabbed the scissors from his tool tray and proceeded to hastily cut my bandages open. 
 
 `` We will need to deal with this immediately before it gets damaged further. Please sit.'' he pointed to the operating chair in the middle of the room. I obeyed. Answers would come later, I could afford to be patient. The nurse strapped me in and gave me an injection from my other arm. I would be asleep in a few minutes. As I slowly went numb all over, I heard my ma talk with Dr. Lanning. 
 
 `` So he found out at last, huh?'' 
 
 `` Yes. We were going to tell him soon anyway. You know, we really appreciate what you're doing for our son Dr. Lanning.'' 
 
 `` Just my job ma'am. I'm very happy I could help you.'' 
 
 `` Do n't play it down, doctor. Thanks to you he never had to feel crippled, not even a second. We were devastated when we thought he was going to be disadvantaged in life for being born with one arm.'' 
 
 `` You found our clinic just in time. He is wearing the first realistic prosthetic we have developed.'' 
 
 Wait, what? WHAT? 
 
 As I lost my vision, the last thing I could hear was my ma's phone going off and the conversation that followed. 
 
 `` Yes. Hello officer. Yes I'm his mom. He did WHAT?'' 
 
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