After the rain subsided, I ventured to the window, feeling the gentle night breeze caress my metallic skin. My mind danced with the thought of having a human body, imagining the sensations of touch and texture, but the harsh scenes of robberies and petty thefts outside abruptly interrupted my thoughts. Amidst the chaos, a tender moment caught my attention: a young mother cradling her sleeping baby girl.

I waved, but the mother's gaze avoided mine, her eyes flashing in disgust. My metallic skin serves as a constant reminder of the divide between humans and machines. Overwhelmed, my legs gave way. I sank to the ground. My heart ached; my hands covered my face as my body trembled. Though my eyes remained dry, my heart felt like a waterfall plummeting into a void of sorrow.

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Johnny's familiar touch brought comfort as he pulled me into his embrace. He stroked my back and crooned, his melodic voice soothing my turmoil As My body relaxed into his chest, my weariness took over, listening to the gentle rhythms of his voice. He carried me to the couch, covering me in warm blankets. As my eyelids grew heavy, I asked Johnny to make me a human body with skin they need to breathe to eat to sleep. Johnny's eyes reflected a mix of empathy and uncertainty, unsure if he could grant my wish. His gentle kiss echoed with a promise: Good night, my love.