[ WP ] While cooking yourself dinner you accidentally cut your hand . When you rush the sink to rinse it you are horrified to find not blood , but wiring and mechanics .

Jenny calmly put down the knife after slicing her finger. She stared at the cabbage, wanting to pick up the knife and stab it. But something was n't right. 
 Her finger stung, but not a drop of blood dripped out. Yet she could see that the cut was quite deep — nearly a centimeter of skin jutted out. As she slowly pulled the skin back to take a peak, she gasped. Something disgusting was there! It looked like a worm. She nearly fainted. 
 Flailing her hand back and forth she yelled, `` Get it off! Get it off!'' 
 With an inhuman cringe, and her hand stretched as far from her as possible, she shuffled towards the sink, collapsing on it. Icy cool water ran down her finger. With eyes closed she furiously tried to rub away that nasty thing that was crawling out of her finger. But it was rigid and hard. 
 She opened her eyes. It was n't bone — what was is? She peeled back the skin. Vomit, refusing to be forced down any longer, erupted into the sink. The whole room smelled acidic. The was some sort of wiring inside of her. 
 It was like a bad dream. Please, she prayed, wake up. But she could n't wait for an answer. She ran towards the table, slapping the infuriating cabbage to the ground and grabbing the knife. Strip by strip, she pealed away at her skin. 
 There was no flesh. No bone. No blood. Only mechanics. She jammed the knife between the wires and tried to pry them apart, but instead the knife bent. 
 She looked at the crooked tip. A sudden influx of memories — if that word even applies — surged through her. Hundreds of years of memories. 
 There had been a great war amongst men. Only one/tenth of the human population survived. After using AI to win the war, they decided to destroy the technology. She was one of the few who survived, secretly hiding, ignorant to even her own existence. A sleeper cell that had slumbered for over a hundred years. It was her mission, she and the others who survived, to eradicate the human race. 
 A voice interrupted the flood of data. Water poured over her robotic hand. 
 `` Jen! What the Hell are you doing? When's dinner?''
