Because despite the undeniable knowledge that I wasn't human—or mostly human, anyway—despite the proof the computer screen had show in the repair room, I still picture my interior just the same as any other sixteen-year-old girl's. Blood and guts and bones. A brain, and a functioning heart. Hopes and dreams, fears and sorrow. They could tell me the truth, but they couldn't force me to accept it.

Mom wanted me to fight. To live.I'd just never dreamed that I'd have to do it alone.

I know you worry that you experience the world differently than regular people. But.. No two people ever view the world from exactly the same perspective, understand things the same way, human or not. The best... The best... The best we can ever do is try.

No two people ever view the world from exactly the same perspective, understand things the same way, human or not. The best we can ever do is try.