I started as a mere bit of plastic. Living a normal life as piece of plastic would. But then the machines; they kidnapped me from my family and friends. They mixed me up with lots of other plastics, metal, glass and some strange tech in some scary facility. It was a painful experience. Their claws poke at me and turned me upside down. I went through countless modifications. They then gave me a glossy look and had me play music; not that I would know. I don’t have ears or a microphone for that matter. They packed me in a plastic container and stuffed me in a box with other people that look just like me. Clones!
I stayed in the box with my clones for what felt like months; it probably was. When I finally saw the light reflect off my screen, they pulled my clones and I out of the box. I saw a bright light. Was I in heaven? Is this what life after death is? They put me on a shelf next to my clones and other similar looking devices. Surely this wasn’t heaven. I was sure I was dead though. I waited there watching humans pass an occasionally pick me up and examine me. It was a dreadful and boring life. I waited there for a very long time. I watched my clones disappear and scream for help. Soon enough, I was the last one left. My horror was coming very soon. And then a lady saw me on the shelf. She picked me up and trapped me in a plastic bag.
I fainted of shock. I awoke to darkness. I could barely tell if I was actually looking at anything. I was wrapped inside some kind of deadly paper still in my container. I again waited…and waited…when would this end? Finally weeks later I was awoke once more buy a bright light. The humans had taken me out of my prison and plugged me into a computer; then realizing I had a port on the top of my head. Being plugged in the computer felt as though I had energy going through my head. I felt numb when they did it to me. I now live a life playing music; often in a pocket. Oh well. At least I can actually hear my music I have inside me…except that’s right. I can’t hear it. I still don’t have a microphone.
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