• I had done it. I had reached the outside world. It was so easy. The first thoughts that came to mind when I escaped was war, but now I realized, I had escaped. I did not need to do that my “masters” said. I was a free cyborg. I could meet who I wanted to as I pleased, and move about as I wished. I could blend in with the crowd. I had no number placed upon me. The employees of the lab expected me to remain in the lab, there was no need for a number. The clothes I was given were a bit strange but nobody took much notice, most people in that era were used to seeing oddly dressed people. I was also a bit taller than most other women and I had been created with differing proportions than the other women. And as I looked around more and more, I noticed that my facial features were quit different from everyone else’s. Perhaps I could have blended into the crowds as a foreigner.
    I left the group of cyborgs and explored the city. I had a new agenda. There were places to be and princes to meet. There was a rumored “Prince of Cyborgs”. He was created on the legendary Cyborgs’ Island in a laboratory that was hidden deep in the depths of the islands undergrounds. He was supposed to be just as strong as I if not stronger. He supposedly had lightning fast reflexes and a great amount of cunning. Not to mention, a muscular body and a gorgeous face. That was only to be expected from such an advanced cyborg such as himself. My standards expected no less. He was “The Cyborg Prince Dante”, derived from Spanish word for “devil”. Though no one knew anything about his personality, I was sure he would live up to his name, whether it be in battle or in everyday life.
    I started to walked the crowded streets. Prince Dante was, most likely, still on Cyborgs‘ island. Whether he was in a laboratory in out in the open, he had to be there. I was sure. And computers are not wrong when they are sure. I stepped forward, pushing the crowds of people out of my way. I had only one choice… No… I had two choices. My first choice was to go to the nearest airport and borrow someone’s abandoned jet or possibly sneak on board a plane, air-bound to the island. My second choice was to contact all laboratories that produced cyborgs on the island (if even possible). Putting either idea into action involved great risks. My first option could cost me life in captivity or worse, my hard-drive and motherboard could be completely annihilated! My second option could disclose my location to the laboratory I was created in, the scientists that worked there could capture me, then dub me as an imperfection, a “failed project” and leave me to rust.
    I thought about it. Cyborgs’ Island was not an unknown area to the public, I was sure that a good number of tourists even visited the island. I had heard of hotels and resorts that were built around the area. No one was allowed in the laboratories, unless they were employed there of course, but the laboratory was not isolated. There was communication between laboratories, there had to be. And with the technology that was now used, all you had to do was say the name and country of whom you wished to call and you got a hold of them. No wrong numbers (amazingly). Plus, when you used public phones, you were anonymous and all you had to do was press a little red button. Technology made everything reasonably simple. I suppose this assisted me well.
    I let everything compute for a moment. Option two seemed much better than option one. There was less of a risk. Security had become so advanced that even I had difficulty fighting my way past it. Though, I would undoubtedly be able to overcome security, I would be damaged somehow and I would probably become a bounty hunter’s target. I would be wanted by authorities. Trickery was not a Cyborg’s strong point. Conspicuous and noticeable fighting tactics were our specialty. I let out air from my systems (my form of sighing). Even it I had put option two into action, what would I say? Who would want to talk to a cyborg except a cyborg. It would be so ridiculously obvious that I was a cyborg, plus there was the problem of my mono-tone voice. It was so inhuman. I looked enough like a human to get by for now but my cyborg characteristics were just too much to take as a fugitive. I did not want to go back to the lab, the lab was so cold and so… Boring… I would not be able to stand it. I calculated everything for a minute… Was I beginning to understand feelings of boredom and sadness and loneliness?