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Answers? Abigail repeated the word numbly, a thin line forming between her brows as she tried to regain focus. Answers were what she desired at the moment, not what she possessed. Her mind was a horrid muddle of conflicting theories concerning how this situation could have ever been brought into fruition. On one handthe logical handthis was outright impossible. But at the same time, there was no denying the very acute evidence of his existence. It dawned on her that she was experiencing the same sort of gouging doubt that she had when her creation had first been kidnapped. Everyone had thought her insane they had all questioned the validity of her creation to the point where she almost believed them. And that same creation was now... He was... He was holding her bloody hand! The young scientist looked down at her fingers being carefully cradled in a palm of synthetic skin. The texture of his flesh was certainly foreign and inhuman but it felt alive nevertheless. She remembered how stressful it had been to mould the medium into such a form where it would resemble a human epidermis but be durable enough to resist far greater forces and be compatible with other machinery and electronic impulses. Abigail could distinctly remember a particular afternoon where she had broken down in hysteria after the 35th consecutive failure. She hadnt wanted to create just another machineshe was working with a true human being after all and she wanted him to retain as much of his humanity as possible so that hed be able to wake up and properly integrate himself with the rest of the world as if the procedure had never even occurred. Youre quite... Human... Arent you? I mean, after everything, youre still... She shook her head, slightly as her lips moved upwards in an almost imperceptible smile. Everything about her body language and run-on speech unmistakably presented as a state of shock but the lucidity of her thoughts were very slowly creeping back into order. She brought her free hand over to turn his upwards, running her fingers across the lines within his palm and the smooth expanse of his wrist. Her eyes focused intently on his arm as if she was reading through a particularly hard text examining every line and edge, manipulating each digit with her own fingers. You speak so naturally, its marvellous... Disfluency, inflection, even the change in pitch and breathing... I was always so worried about that part, thats why I didnt want to make any changes to your hippocampus despite the universitys protests. I mean, we have enough supercomputers running around and making a genius-type cyborg would really take away from your true self and maintaining your original personality was so important. Well, that is to say, I wanted to... Bloody hell, youre really here, arent you? Her small, nonsensical rant ended suddenly and she turned her head upwards, meeting his gaze with a firm albeit desperate expression of utmost sobriety. Im not dreaming, am I? I didnt fall down the stairs and just imagine you, right? And if youre some sort of elaborate fake... Please, you cant be manipulating me like that, its far too cruel. Abigails hands closed tightly around the cyborgs wrist and palm as if she were a drowning man and he the life raft. Who are you, truly?