Flooring, cold hard ceramic flooring is the first thing I saw after I snuck a glance through the little opening in the room i’ve become all too familiar with, a room that I've grown to love, love to hate sort of way. I looked down at my meatal feet so scared that the doctor was going to come in and replace some of me again whenever i did something ‘incorrect’ as he would like to call it. I've known the doctor my whole life, because well he is my father, or at least he says he is, never wants me to call him dad though. I had called him dad only once, when I was five I was wandering around the room trying to figure out what I was seeing and ‘feeling’ you could say, when I saw a little snake in the especially dark corner of my room, I ran screaming to the doctor...he picked up the snake threw it away with the most hatred in his eyes, not towards the snake as you might think, but me. I didn't know why i was just so grateful that he actually did listen to my small plea instead of leaving it to myself. The doctor came back and when he did i ran over to him, clung onto his leg and said “thank you Father” in the most overjoyed tone. All he did was grab my still fleshy arm at the time and dragged me over to the workbench. That was the first time i ever got some of me ‘replaced’ it’s the biggest scar on my body right across my forearm. I never disobeyed him after that, even though he would occasionally replace some of me for metal. I had also never left this room, it has no light,no furniture, and no window only a small door with a smaller peephole that i was never allowed to look through. Still not allowed to look through, im 15 now looking outside for the first time ever. I don’t know what i thought i was going to see, maybe grass or clouds or another building but i only saw flooring. I didn't look away though, I sat there staring through the peephole thinking about what else could be beyond that floor, what the doctor did with the limbs of mine that he's replaced, if I actually had any other family that was actually ‘my family’, if there were others like me in this facility, if there were other people like the doctor, nicer or meaner. I hear footsteps and scurry to the other side of the room as fast as my metallic legs would carry me. The door opens and walk in the doctor quiet as always, he steps in the doorway and surveys the room as if he was looking for something, I try to act as normal as possible considering that 50% of me is metal. His eyes stop on me and he just stares at me for a little while before motioning me to come over to him, I obeyed him in fear, he put on my blindfold that i'm supposed to wear when we go out of the room.
“I hear from some insiders that you were caught looking out the peephole” the doctor said.
Crap I didn't think anybody would see me. I guess it's time for another removal.