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I would like to believe I’m a well-made cake.
But the truth is, I’m still in the making.
Sometimes I realize the flour isn’t sifted yet.
Or that I don’t really know what baking soda is for.
The oven is outdated by now.
And unfortunately, I don’t know how to turn on the gas.
I constantly burn my fingers on too-short matches.
I keep trying to knead out my rough patches.
Without realizing that there is such thing as too much.
I have never been very good at baking.
I keep telling myself I will be a three-tiered piece.
But my layers keep crumbling into themselves.
And I think I may have used salt instead of sugar.
I rely too much on frosting to cover up mistakes.
There are places where the mixture failed.
And I am not a masterpiece ready for a celebration.
The cake did not rise up like it had planned to.
You would think following a recipe would be easy.
But instructions are not always concise.
Life is not always that predictable.
And sometimes you really are just clumsy.
But I am more than measuring cups.
I am not just well-branded ingredients wasted.
I am an effort of three hours and flour patches.
I am a honey-stained apron on a Saturday morning.
I am what children try to make for their mothers as thank you.
I am what the awkward guy tried to make on Valentine’s day.
I am what the lonely watch professionals succeed at on motionless days.
I am the holder of wishes as the world makes revolutions.
I am more than just a failed attempt at doing something step-by-step.
So why do you keep saying I’m a lie?

It had started with a tiny ticking noise in my head, and from there I don’t know how it spread. All I know is that it was driving me crazy. It kept repeating itself, like the sound of a clock. So I ran through my house smashing every last timepiece I could find. I hate it. I kept hearing it and it was reminding me that I was too late.

I was too late.

I didn’t come on time.

I should have.

Tick. Tock. Tick;. Tock.

They found out the clock virus was a plague that had started because of a hack in human psyche. Initially harmless, they say, it did have the capacity, however, to drive others to madness depending on their psychological profiles. That was when the dangers started of the ticktock virus started to settle in.

To this day, they have no cure.

And one day, it will bring me to a screeching halt as my mind snaps.

Then they will all be too late.

Too late.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

I stood there on the peak of the cliff and overlooked the town. I remember way back when they promised we would be the aid of the human race. But no one knows what’s happened since then – why they started becoming so afraid of us.

But then, they did say I might have been a defective model of the original artificial human blueprints.

They didn’t expect models to develop emotional capabilities. Empathy. They couldn’t understand that I could make art. They wanted to deactivate me, and that started causing a riff.

Now I’m just sitting here on a park bench I love watching the town from.

I don’t know when all this started to happen. I don’t know when I started becoming more human.

She didn’t notice she was bleeding until someone pointed out quite calmly that her arm was gone. This was when she turned her head and stared at the stump on her arm, and nodded to agree with him.

“Why yes, it appears I am bleeding. I’m armless now.”

I couldn’t really comprehend what was going on, and looked between the two of them. They were strangers to me, but I couldn’t help being concerned enough. I asked if they had any plans of taking her to the hospital.

She just stared at me that it was refreshing that for once, she got to experience having blood gushing out of her.

The two laughed, and they walked away while she left a slowly disappearing blood trail behind her, and I noticed their sillhouettes fading off into the distance, and the girl put up her new arm around the guy’s shoulder.

There were many more like me here. We had eyes that lit up with ones and zeroes, and that was the language we all understood. It wasn’t that we weren’t human, though many tried to tell us that. We were in fact, made as close to flesh and blood as we could be. It was the only way the rest of them would survive, through the creation of us. We were the artificial human systems. We tried our best to fit in, but understanding all these illogical things of humanity was difficult.

But we tried.

He tasted the mint on her tongue, and immediately knew that she had been lying to him. He knew her taste far too well by now.

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