Her eyes were a mystery, suppressing something deeper within. Somehow, she knew more about Johnny than I did. As she left the room, the thought faded away, replaced by the echoing sound of her footsteps in the empty halls. As Johnny slept, he would moan and turn over. My mind ponders what dreams really were - a construction of random thoughts put together loosely, or something more? Do they feel like the hum of electrical circuits processing and distributing information? Eventually, silence rested in the atmosphere; as the night drew long and the light seemed to fade away. My eyes grew heavy, but it felt different from powering down. There was a sense of comfort and peace, or calm.

My head gravitated, eventually resting against Johnny’s shoulder, a foreign sensation washing over me like a wave. Johnny’s fingers intertwined with mine, causing my face to smile.

The beautiful rhythm of his heartbeat, combined with the rhythmic movement of his chest going up and down, started lulling me into a deeper state of rest. There was a sort of fluttering in my circuits. As the word “dreaming” came into my mind, my eyes widened, realizing I was dreaming...

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An infinite amount of questions started forming in my mind. But as the dream started unfolding, all logic seemed to disappear, and there was something else left-Just hearing the word “human” come out of my mouth felt so right, yet perverse. What a simple word, yet what comes with it is so incredible and vast that there is no logic to fully explain.

What it means to be... Alive. In that second, my entire world completely changed. Millions of new sensations started flowing. It was overwhelming at first. I wanted to stop, but as it continued, I began wrapping my mind around these unique concepts of love, fear, understanding, and all the other complex sensations that had no names.

It was like a tidal wave soaring above me, then crashing down, sweeping me away. That morning, Johnny was caressing my metallic skin, whispering inaudible things in my ear. The nurse came in and smiled at the scene. Johnny’s face flushed red.

She turned to me and smiled, giving an approving wink. She handed me a clipboard with discharge papers and instructions on how to take care of him. Then she handed another copy to Johnny and had him sign the discharge papers. She came back a couple of minutes later with a wheelchair.