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Broken Heart

Hello. My name is Elizabeth and that's the only thing that makes me different. Except for one thing, I'm am broken. My eyes can't open no more and my arms are down to the wires. I cannot move and show no life. People do not check for life anymore. I am left alone, forgotten. I'm not like the others for I am broken. I don't function, I don't have a purpose, but I guess that is the only way to be different. Is to be broken...

The days are hot and the night are cold, but why would that matter. I'm just metal and wires. A big program make people like me. We are different from the normal humans. We are here on Earth to help. We do all the thing that people cannot do or do not want to do. We look all alike. The only thing that makes us different is our name. We have normal names but we are not normal. We have very smart brain programing and are very strong. Our creator did not know but that programing also gave us feelings. These feelings are not as strong as a normal humans but they are present. We all have a purpose and a function. All but me for I am broken. I have no place in this world. I cannot do what I was made to do. To serve, protect, work, and to be there when we are needed. I cannot do any of these thing for I am broken.

I was not always broken. I was a functioning and loyal to my owner. He was a hard working man for the government. He did many thing. Those things were so important that I was his body guard. I live with him for he needed day and night protection. That was my purpose. To serve and protect my human. To keep him safe. I was to take a bullet for him, fight to protect him. That was my purpose and that purpose is the very thing I did. A bad man came and shot at my human and I got in between the bullet and him. It hit just the right spot to break me apart. I lost the function of my arms and legs. My outer metal or skin broke off when I hit the ground. People thought I was died, so they throw me away and here is were I stay.

I'm here were they left me. Alone. No one to talk too. No one to fix me. I am lost. All I want these days is for someone to find me. I want someone to save me. To see what is wrong and fix it. I want a purpose in this world again for I am lost. I want to run again and write. I want to laugh and see people again. All I have these day is darkness and silents. I am stuck in my own head. I cannot talk to no one. I cannot see the bird flying through the sky. All I can do is sit here and wait. Wait until my life comes to an end. When my programing gives up. It's a sad way to die but it will at lease give me peace. I would not have to sit alone and think of the old days. I would not have to think about how I am going to pass the time. Death would save me. I can only wish for it now. I cannot do anything but wait for a faulier in the wires from sitting to long or posably a human or animal to take my parts.

My life is hard. How could I sit here and not lose my mind. I have been sitting here in the very spot for two years now. My life is hard and sad. I wish it would be different.  The only way to have my normal life back is to not be different. To not be different I can not be broken. I am broken and different. I do not have place in this world... So I thought...