RadioactiveBlonde

Days turn into weeks and the house seems pleased with my help, except of course for Lexi. Everything is set to a schedule that I perform only to my best abilities with little to no interference from the humans themselves. When cleaning Irena's room I do everything necessary, picking up toys, fixing scratches in the paint, and avoiding the machines that help her cancer. It is in my special instructions that none of those machines are to be touched unless Irena is in any sort of health risk. In her file it says that she has been in remission for six years but still requires treatments to keep up strength in her lungs. I am not allowed to touch

The cameras in my eyes glanced to every face of the family that stared into the box. Grabbing on to the edges of the box I effortlessly lifted myself out of the box and brushed the straw off of me. “Good afternoon,” I said in my flawless voice made to sooth, “I am the DX50019. Please one at a time state your name so that I may associate your names and voices in my mind along with your face.” The girl with the brown curls called herself Irena. She was small in height and weight and her eyes were large and round while she stared at me amazed. My cameras framed her face and my ears recorded the high bell like tone of her voic

I was born from a box. My features expertly crafted by machine and flawlessly assembled by Flexacorps finely trained team of workers. My hair, made from protein created in our labs specifically designed to withstand any sort of weather and shielded from all the elements the human world, is standard color blonde number twenty four and hangs straight just below my mechanized shoulders. The color of my eyes, picked by the customer, is a shade of blue just paler than ice and my skin the standard tone porcelain number thirty eight, both are able to withstand anything short of a nuclear blast but yet still soft to human hands. All with the smallest

The beginning The day we met was like any other day. Nothing remarkable about it, a clear October day, blue sky, fluffy white clouds with orange and brown leaves falling from the trees. It was always my favorite month. Not only because this was the month I was born in, though that wasn’t a bad thing, it was always the most beautiful, the perfect in-between, a glorious transition into winter. The cold air was electric, it brightened the senses. As the leaves fell they painted the sky like little flames and covered the ground in their unique patterns crunching beneath my feet as I walked to school. The leaves matched my hair, I had always

Prologue The store was wall to wall with white flowing dresses. Occasionally the sun would flow through the windows and there would be a flutter of light that reflected from the ones with beads creating a beautiful display of light on the cream colored walls. The sun was starting to set and I still haven’t picked one, the wedding was also in three weeks. Usually eager brides picked these things out months ahead of time but my aversion to anything clothing store related obviously got in the way. My friends had to nearly drag me in kicking and screaming, but I let the theatrics go untouched for the day, constantly reminding myself that th