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

`` Uncle!'' My cry reverberated through the garage, echoing back to me a couple times as the dark haired inventor stood up from his workbench and removed his goggles. `` Dearest Niece, why ever are you bothering me during my work time?'' His voice was gravelly, a result of having until recently smoked a pack a day, and the sarcasm was evident in his tone. `` I'm not really your niece, am I? I'm one of your creations.'' He sighed as he walked towards me, examining the large gash in my left arm and the wiring and other mechanical components visible within. 
 
 `` Clair, you've lived with me for ten years now. Do you really think that I would make a robot that is a lesbian? My robots are perfect.'' Anger at his bringing up my sexuality again began to course through me, but this time I managed to cool it rather quickly. I had more important things to be angry at him about this time. `` Then I'm a creation of somebody else's.'' He shook his head as he placed his arm just above my elbow. 
 
 `` Right about here is where the nerve connections are. Remember seven years ago, when you collapsed a few of my shelves on top of yourself and passed out for a week?'' I nodded, even though he had his back to me, because I did n't feel like trying to form words. He turned back with what appeared to be the blade of a guillotine in his hands, and held it just above his arm, on the spot that he pointed out on my arm. 
 
 `` Since I was the only conscious person within half an hour of here, I was more focused on staunching the blood pouring from the stump of your elbow than trying to preserve your severed arm. By the time I had that under control, I was pretty sure that your discarded limb was - for lack of a more colorful description - completely fucked. Luckily I had been working on bionics as sort of a side project for a while at that point, so it only took the remainder of the day to whip up a prototype. I attached it to the stump of your arm, and grafted skin over it so that it would heal to look completely normal.'' 
 
 This revelation shocked me. `` But I thought that I was the eternal pain in your kiester? Why not just let me bleed out and die from my own mistake?'' Uncle Darius sighed loudly and took a swig from a bottle that was sitting on his workbench. `` Because, Clair, no matter how much of a pain you are, you're still Rick's girl. And I'll be damned before I allow myself to break my word to watch over you for him.'' 
 
 `` And you thought hiding this incident from me was going to change anything?'' At this he grinned slightly. `` Actually my original intent was to help you hide the fact that you had a mechanical arm from those that might discriminate you for it. You just never bothered to ask why a scratch on your arm and a small hit to your head that did n't even leave any wounds caused you to be unconscious for a week. And then by the time you revealed to me that you had another reason for people to discriminate against you, I'll admit to having forgotten about your arm.'' I whacked him in the back of the head with a wrench that had been sitting nearby. 
 
 `` Stop bringing up my sexuality.'' I dropped the wrench and hugged him tightly. `` But thank you for caring about my well being, even if it is just because you promised dad you would.'' He was rubbing the back of his head and muttering under his breath. When I released him from my hug, he stepped back and looked at my arm again. 
 
 `` What the hell did you do to it, anyway? You managed to get into it real good. I'm going to have to make you a completely new one.'' I blushed slightly and rubbed the back of my head with my real arm. `` Erm... I was trimming the hedges out front and lost my grip on the hedge trimmer.'' He shook his head in exasperation. 
 
 `` I swear, girl! You're just as clumsy as your father!''
