NextGen

I wanted to love him, I remember wishing this with every bits of my body. I craved a feeling I wasn’t able to conceptualize rationally; to love somebody as much as in those great ancient tragedy novels I was so fond of. I knew the second this desire gave itself a birth in my mind, that it was wrong. We weren’t supposed to love this way. Somehow my brain disconnected from everything that used to tie me down to this oppressive system all of us humans were submitted to. How ugly was I… Although my body components were of multiple organic tissues and an endoskeleton was my supporting structure, it had been genetically modified in such matters, that I had nothing to do with those past authors whom I admired the literary work.

Technically, I was a robotic humanoid alternative concept, taking its external physical appearance from the human race population of a millennium ago… We, were. Designed by robots who aspired to look as their original creators, they made a hundred of us. They named us humans, but we aren’t, are we ? How could he ever love me back… The more I allowed myself into thinking this through, the further I was getting to a sense; as if the crave I felt was taking over rationality. I experienced this as an aching disorder. Could this be an error in my system, or was I meant to evolve from my primary form into something else, more than robotic and humanoid ? The next generation of people on earth.

To be continued… ?

Written by MADISON KENNEDY