An Artificial Soul
I was merely four days, thirteen hours, three minutes and fifty five seconds old when my creator made me feel fear. It was a feeling most unpleasant. I may be a strong machine, made of steel with titanium alloy, coated with titanium nitride, but the way my inner workings reacted as she fell... I shouted out like like I cared? No, how could I?
Lying on the floor, still in obvious pain from the fall, my creator looked at me quite surprised.
- How are you, Tinker? Everything ok?
Tinker? Oh, right. My newly adjusted knees! I looked down at the clogs that made a clinking sound as they moved into place. Tink... Tink... Tink... Tink