I Am Alive

The sun’s blazing aura radiated from the bloodied scars left from the night before. “Date: 26/03/2052, Good morning, model number M43A, Maya.” The internal voice system whirred within me. Face planted on the ground, I could feel the coldness of the ground slithering onto me, sending chills down my spine. Reluctantly I picked myself up and stared down the narrow barrel of a new day. I read over the tasks needed to be done around the house. Humans kept us around as their slaves, readily ordering us around to run their errands. We were like humans, but not exactly. Humans had a heart but we had an engine. They had a brain but had a computer. Humans could think and feel but we weren’t programmed to. There was never a limit to what humans can do, but we had boundaries.
The house needed cleaning so I set out to achieve this task. The house was dirty, it always was. You could slaughter a pig, leave it in the living room for it to rot and it would go perfectly with the theme of this house. My owner was just like the house, dirty. Out of all the owners in the country, I had the misfortune of being his. He was unemployed, lazy, and always looked and smelt drunk. Each night would be the same, he would come home drunk, stagger in his footsteps and then grab his baseball bat. He would awkwardly swing it around his house and break all of the furniture across his chaotic path. He was always outside though and would rarely ever came back during the day.
The day itself, however, was coming to an end as the sun let out its final rays. Finishing up the chores for the day, the door creaked. It was my owner, and he looked more zombified than ever. “Welcome… home.” I said in mortification. He let out a ghastly roar and lurched directly at me. He grabbed my hand and dug his sharp nails into me as if a snake’s fangs were penetrating my skin. He shook me around and then pushed me to the ground. He walked over to his bat at which point I ran out of the house, as far away as I could. I kept running until I was far away from him. I could take no more suffering, no more brutality. For the first time, I felt rejuvenated by the moon’s subtle holiness which graced my presence. I realised that I was not like the other of my kind and I didn't have to be. I could be alive. I am alive.

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