I deliver mail on a bike across the city. It pays shit, but this way, I can keep an eye on the more shady parts of town and keep the more aggressive criminals off the streets. Ive met many very nice folks while delivering papers and I want to protect them as much as I can. I spend almost all my money from the job on my rent and groceries. I also have to spend money on my cat occasionally for vet bills and her food and cat litter. Occasionally i'll pick up a couple orders on uber eats or whatever but those runs are so annoying but worth it if they tip well.
" I must be fully efficient. I need to be helpful and save people. I would do almost anything to make this happen. I want to avoid having to kill anyone unless it's in self-defense, though. They need to go through the justice system and face their punishment. I have stopped a few muggings and ran off some annoying criminals. I can't stand people who take advantage of people they view as lesser than them. They all belong in prison and need to be taught a lesson. I have come close to death once...that's when I ended up replacing this arm with my new one. And I'd do it all over again even if it cost me another limb. Not that it would matter much now."
" When I heard that my brother died in mugging that went wrong. They never even found the guy. So he killed my brother, stole all his money, and got away with it. After that day, I started carrying around my pocket knife with me...but I'd often get too scared or be too weak to help the few people I happened to come across as I was looking for my brother's killer...and that was when it hit me. My weak body was getting in my way. If I become like a robot then I can feel less and push myself harder without worrying about the pain or any stupid emotions that get in my way. "
My best friend Rachel is a real one. She is truly a kindred soul. We were roommates in college first and we clicked immediately despite our aesthetics and personalities being pretty opposite.
My new friend Norman has recently displayed some choices that were influenced by his humanity, and, despite the percentage of failure being so high, it was almost guaranteed...he still risked his life to try and save others. I question whether I want to lose that part of myself when...if I fully transition to a complete robot. Do I want to be able to choose the most logical choice...or the most righteous?
My cat, Patrick is the closest "person" to me. I tell him literally everything and he is the best listener. I would risk everything to save him from any harm. I've already had to spend a few hundred dollars just for the vet to tell me he was "just fat".
My childhood was pretty uneventful...my mother and father were reasonably normal. My brother was really into robotics and started me building my own when I was young. He ended up passing away while I was in college, which is when I decided to drop out and pursue my own goals separately from the college since they did not support my ideas to upgrade myself.
Knowing how he died in the mugging and suffered in that alleyway made me want to get rid of all my human parts...they are fragile and unreliable if damaged. Metal parts can be replaced and upgraded. Plus...metal can't feel unwanted emotions like grief and hopelessness. My peers, Minus my ex-flatmate Rachel, thought I was crazy for wanting to voluntarily replace my own body with the pieces we were building. So, I was a loner, though that was the norm even before my college days.
Real true love? Who is to say? I've dated a few people I thought I "loved," but they quickly proved that it was not any kind of "love" that I'd like to be involved with. Soon, I'll have no need for things like love once I replace my receptors for useless emotions like love and hate. Part of me is afraid to lose that side of myself...but the other part of me knows it's necessary in order to be as efficient as possible. I must admit some feelings of regret though, to think that I will likely never know true love is...depressing. Another bothersome feeling that needs to be snuffed.