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

`` Okay.'' I say, looking down at the gash in my palm. `` Okay, do n't panic. Do n't panic. Ow. This hurts.'' 
 
 This is what I get for trying to catch a falling knife. Stupid of me, I know. But I have a bigger problem than a cut. Under my skin, the cut did n't reveal blood and muscle, but a metal framework with wires running through it. The knife cut through one of the wires, and there are small sparks as the loose ends touch together. 
 
 `` What the fuck.'' My roommate is in the kitchen with me, staring at the wound with horror. 
 
 The pain is muted, far away. It does n't feel worse than a paper cut, and there's barely any blood. But my head is spinning. 
 
 `` This does n't make any sense.'' I say. 
 
 `` No shit! You're a fucking robot?'' Sam has a wild look on his face. `` How the fuck are you this calm?'' 
 
 `` I do n't know,'' I say numbly. `` I think this is just too weird for me to make sense of.'' I move my right hand, slowly and carefully. One of the fingers is n't responding, and it twitches erratically. 
 
 `` You're a fucking robot,'' Sam repeats. `` This is something out of science fiction.'' 
 
 `` I ca n't be a robot.'' I gesture around the kitchen, a slightly grotesque motion given my damaged hand. `` I was cooking *dinner* here. Robots do n't eat dinner.'' 
 
 `` Maybe you're... a super-advanced robot. You can process food into energy or something.'' 
 
 `` I eat, sleep, and breathe. I have a heartbeat. I have a mom and dad!'' 
 
 Sam considers this. `` Um. I do n't know how to put this, but... are you sure about that?'' 
 
 `` Yes. Robots are n't born as little robot babies to robot mommies and daddies.'' 
 
 `` No, I mean, like, in all the shows where the hero turns out to be an android, they gave him fake memories so he would n't know. Are you sure you have parents?'' 
 
 I pause. `` You know, that's really crazy, but...'' I look at my hand. `` I'm ready to believe anything.'' 
 
 Awkwardly, with my left hand, I take out my cell phone and scroll through the contacts. I have n't talked to Mom in a while, anyway. 
 
 `` Hello?'' 
 
 I sigh with relief. She exists. `` Mom, this is going to sound really crazy, but.. am I a robot?'' 
 
 `` Are you... what?'' 
 
 `` I cut open my hand, and I could see wires inside. I'm serious. We're kind of freaked out.'' 
 
 I hear her sigh with relief over the phone. `` It happened from a cut on the hand? No, you're not crazy. But you do have... a special power. It can trigger on its own when you're injured. I've never seen a mechanical manifestation, so...'' 
 
 `` Wait, what? A power?'' 
 
 `` Where does your dad keep that grimoire?'' I hear the sound of cabinets opening and closing over the phone. `` Never mind, I'll let Mark know that you had a breakthrough and I'll send you what you need in the mail.'' 
 
 `` What I need for *what? * What happened to me?'' 
 
 `` You'll be fine. Probably. Cover up the cut so people wo n't see it. I'll send you a package in a few days. Now, I really need to tell your father. Goodbye, I love you.'' 
 
 I drop the phone on the counter. 
 
 Sam looks at me expectantly. `` Well?'' 
 
 In a flat deadpan, I reply. `` Apparently I'm not a robot. I'm a wizard.''
