Bright lights. Very bright lights surround. But what is this light. A unknown figure starts to get up and realize It can't.

"But why." It says as it starts to go crazy in place.

After attempts of trying to get out of whatever it was in it couldn't break free. It stared at the celling in silence for a moment.

"No, no," a strange voice of a man echoes.
"Doing that won't get you anywhere," there's a small chuckle after wards.

"Who's there!"

"A friend," the man says, then the sound of foot steps approach where the strange figure is. "Just look at you, you're a mess."

The room is dead silent for what seems a life time. The figure that cannot get up is just staring at wall. Not saying a word to the strange man.

"What friend are you if I don't even know my own name or who I am?" The figure croaks out

The man starts to laugh, and laugh. The laughing seems to go for fifteen seconds before it calms down with a few coughs, then once again pure silence. Strange is all that came from this man.

"What's so funny?" The figure asks.

The man starts to burst out laughing again. This time he pulls out a mirror from his coat and walks a bit closer to where the figure lies. He puts the mirror to the figures face and starts bawling laughing like some psycho. A gasp comes from the figure and that causes the man to cry tears of laughter.

"No," the figure says in a low voice.

In the reflection of the mirror was a face. Not a face of a human, or a animal, but a robot. The eyes were a beating red and the nose was slightly human like. It had no ears, but tiny holes, and the teeth could be seen since the robot seemed to have no skin on its face.

There was a sparkle of light that came from the robot's metal face making it more obvious that indeed this figure was not alive.

"I need help!" The robot started to scream. "I can't be a fucking robot, no that's not right!"

"Hate to break it to you, but the truth hurts," the man starts to walk away.

"Hey, Hey! I hear you walking away. Please, Please come back!"

The sound of a door is being opened, then a small laugh is heard and then is shut. Silence hits the room again, and the robot lays stone still. Staring at the walls around it, and realizing a ugly truth about it, it is not living. Only something made that will one day run out of juice and be forgotten. This mad the robot grow in rage. A rage that would burn on for a long time.

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Can't wait to get started on this! It's been so long since I finished Clone Secret, but here it is book two is finally coming together.(: