Robotic and hollow, I feel like all that’s left is the shell… it keeps trudging along walking forward and I am surprisingly ok with being dead inside. The daily grind gets easier with my monotonous repetitions; I feel like I am a better person emotionless and hollow… it is complete routine. The disturbing thing is that I am completely content on being this way. A mirror of my mother? The thought scares me, for the only constant memory I have of her is a cold touch to my warm hug… what can I do? The more open I am, I am destined to fail. I am lead by these unruly emotions… letting people in is a mistake I will no longer be willing to make. I am a new droid, a complete and hollow human being. Welcome to the future people… mine is going to be a mechanical ride.