“We're all mad here.

Wires, batteries, cyborgs; that became common, an essence of life of the modern era. It was in the late winter of my fifteen years of age when I got my first tinkering experience; a cyborg with a human shape and mechanism. What made him different was the wires that acted as veins and his batteries that acted as his heart.

I am eighteen now, and so is he. He is still incomplete, but he is living. He is living without a right eye, I was unable to find the right parts for him, he was an early edition and most of his generations were destroyed. All I got was a mechanical monocle and I figured that could do the trick. He won't last long, I know that, but he doesn't.