They all said it was impossible,  that I was a fool for believing I could accomplish such a fate.  When I proved them all wrong,  they said I was an idiot that had doomed them all.  The insane person who built her own monster.

The years before my success I only had a dream.  To create something that can not be harmed as my brother was,  and an invention that could be even smarter than I ever could be and safer to be around than I was.

Before he passed,  my brother told me never to give up on what I tried to do.  Don't give up on my dream of building the perfect person.

I listened.  Even after years of tourment I listened. I focused on what I needed to to complete it.

Using the tools I was left with,  and the knowledge I had possessed I worked for weeks on end to successfully create the first living animatronic that could learn from its mistakes and that could feel as we humans feel.

In every horror movie the 'living robot' ends up being the bad guy,  going bezerk on the humans fixed on destroying the human race. The villain to this story though,  is the town folks.  My "mechanical monster"  as they refer to him as,  is more human than any of these pretenders.

He looks and sounds exactly like us but better,  and he can be a better comfort to you when in great stress.

The only difference in his looks from ours,  is the glint of metal shining through every now and again. If you look closely you can see the tiny bolts keeping his pupil attached to his iris. Only if you look carefully can you see the joints where I melted the metal together. He feels,  sounds,  looks,  behaves exactly like a human,  only better.

The town people don't realize how he is a better person than all of them combined.  He is my "mechanical monster" and he is an abomination to society.  I should just get rid of him they all say to me.

He doesn't act like a monster. The only monster like things he has done is protected me.  They came by to take me away,  and he stopped in and saved me. He touched me. I am a recluse.  I should not be touched by any living thing,  knowing that what I 'have' could possibly be transmitted.

I had my doubts at first,  of course,  that my creature could even work,  but as time went on  as I worked on it I could see the potential in both me and the creature.

The first human ever made was named Adam,  and that is what I call my creation.

My Adam is the only one who knows what it is like,  because he too is the first of his kind.  Together we can make sure he isn't the last.

With his help,  I can create a new species full of my creatures.  Of my mechanical monsters. And with them we can show everyone else how me and my inventions are not the monsters,  they are.

We can show them that being human isn't better than bring a Mechanical Monster.