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"Jenny. Jenny! JENNY! Snap out of it! It’s been so long already!
You can’t keep thinking about it forever! You've got to pull yourself together! the world needs you!"
Despite Brad's desperate calls, the words became a cluster in her mind.
The scenes kept replaying in her head repeatedly, seemingly never going to come to a pause. She was reliving it. It was happening again. It was happening. It's-
She felt everything around her going black.
"Are you not getting what you are?" You have no feelings. It doesn't matter. You're a machine. I'm surprised you weren't programmed to know that. we are simply giving you a purpose." "You're a defect."
"For our deed, I expect that we get to do whatever it is that we wish." A smirk than formed upon his face.
If she had a heart, she was sure as hell that it would've stopped beating at that point and that she would've died on the spot.
But she wanted that.
She wanted nothing more but to die.
The sick smile of which they all shared was nothing like she had ever seen before.
She fought villains, monsters, living puppets for fuck's sake. But she never in a billion years could've prepared herself for something like this.
Their faces were nothing short of pure evil.
They were sadistic.
Fueled by lust.
She had never seen something so sickening.
She wanted to throw up all the oil she had drank that day. Forget that, all the oil she had that week.
She wanted her gears to be destroyed. Her memory banks to be wiped clean.
She has never felt more powerless and drained in her entire life.
Where had that super strength of hers gone? Why couldn't she act out?
She had never felt so small and unsafe before. The world she had been assigned to protect was a terrible, terrible place she should have forever remained oblivious to.
After the horrors she had witnessed, she felt nothing. She was an empty shell of metal. She had nothing but thoughts and questions.
..So many god damn questions.
Why had she been programmed with feelings? Why was she programmed to be able to feel this hurt?
She wanted to hurt her. That inconsiderate old bitch.
That selfish know-it-all. The woman who had created her.
She wanted her to feel the pain that she had caused her to feel for all of these years.
Creating her initially for nothing but chores and thinking that she could make up for it.
How could she possibly think that was a good idea?!
No amount of false reassurances and fake smiles could undo her intentions.
and worst of all, Throwing her sisters away as if they were worn out boots that could no longer fit. As if they didn't have any sentience at all. She kept them a secret from her until she went out of her way to find them. Were they really that disposable to her? Was SHE that disposable to her? She was fueled by so many emotions now at the dreadful thought. All burning negative ones. Anger. Frustration. Crippling sadness. Existential dread. She had so much baggage but Nora never seemed to have a care in the world.
She wanted to make her feel at least an ounce of the pain she had to endorse with her existence.
But for some reason she couldn't.
She fucking couldn't.
She was so close to transforming her hands into her signature power fists, but something in her system just refused to go along.
Had she been malfunctioning?
She paused and fell silent before dropping down to her knees and sobbing louder then she had ever sobbed before.
the sound of her collapse echoed through her dark bedroom and she was left to wonder.
Why was she crying? Why the fuck was she crying?! Her stupid ass teenage programming, that's why!
She was a mistake. She should have never even been created.
She locked the doors and shut the blinds closed. She couldn't be seen like this.
She knew that Her so called mother was away for a meeting at the time, but it was better to be safe then sorry.