If
you're reading this, I need your help.
You
see, I'm not like you. I wasn't born from my mothers womb, raised by
two loving faces, maybe even a furry companion or some other kids my
age. The first memory I can recollect was only a few days ago, as I
walked out of a capsule a grown man with a whole army of scientists
watching in all.
I
am a replicated man.
I
wasn't even made of organ tissue and skin cells, but of a titanium
alloy covered in a strong, pale plastic. I'm made to look like you,
but I am not you. I had no childhood, I had no awkward teenage years.
I didn't not get to learn the many things I know through trial and
error like you. They were programmed into me.
I
am a replicated man.
But
I want to be more than that. I want to be real. I want to explore the
world, to taste it. To learn, not just come with an already
predefined library of information. But they don't want me to do this.
They want me back at the lab, to perform their tests and eventually
dispose of me. I can only hope this does not go into there hands.
However
at this point I have little choice. I've reached a wall that I can't
climb, not without help.
If
you can help me, please meet me at the corner of 45th
Street and 10th Avenue, Manhattan, New York. I stay there
waiting from 7 AM until 5 PM, but I don't know how much longer I can
wait.
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