Bones of Steel
by Aria Bauer
If Dad could have a robot wife, why not a robot daughter? Maybe the chart on the end of my bed should read Abby 9078982 instead of Abby Hayes.
It's the only explanation that makes sense. The Doctor will think that I'm crazy but the robots are so good, why couldn't someone have made a mistake and called me human? The programming is phenomenal. Robots have metal smiles that are covered in warm plump lips. Steel skeletons under supple skin. They dance across ballrooms with everything from grace to klutziness.
It's easy to believe they're human.
Dad got our robot after Mom left. Miranda 89067. She was warm. She seemed to breathe. She went to my graduation and laughed at my Dad's bad jokes, leaning into his kisses as circuitry lit up her eyes.
Miranda did all the actions. She made my Dad forget and helped him remember how to smile. She looked perfectly human.
But, as the Doctor kept reminding him, she wasn't.
Miranda never felt an attraction. Robots kiss because they should. There is no want. No need.
So I don't know what to tell the Doctor when he comes back. When he asks me why I plunged the kitchen knife straight through my arm. I buried it to the handle and the sharp steel glinted out the other side as my red blood dripped off the blade. A puddle on the kitchen floor.