Beep! Beep! Beep! My alarm blares as I awake from a deep sleep.  A blue shining cord runs from my alarm into my navel, which charges my chip for the next day.  I started out human, as an embryo, but quickly was changed into advanced technology called a techno.  Technos have a chip that can be programed instead of a brain.  I was created along with ten others of my kind.   We were all built secretively in a space house to one day be programmed to detect mass shootings.  Unlike my other friends, however, the programming for my structure was coded incorrectly.  We have everything the human body has however, the miscoding caused my embryo to grow with deformities.  I grew without either of my left extremities.  Our outsides are very similar so we do not scare humankind, they cannot even tell us apart.  Dr. Edward Shiner, my creator, felt sympathy for me because I am the prototype.  Because I was the first coded, the error within the coding for me was fixed allowing all other technos to be perfect.  Missing my left extremities caused me to be slower than all others in multi tasking where both sides of the frame was needed.  As a result, my card was pulled and I would never be able to go to Earth.  I was only kept alive and training because of how costly I was to make and for Shiner to study me and avoid the same mistake.  The prosthetics created for me were not enough to bring me up to the specifications of the other technos. I had lost all hope.  

    Today was the day all others were ready for Earth.  We all had gone through years of training, chip programming, and updatings.  It has taken around eighteen Earth years to become ready for this task.  Even though I was unable to perform like everyone else, I still wanted nothing more than to go to Earth with them.  We all had projectors built into our wrists that allowed us to communicate with one another.  I had to say goodbye to the only techno who ever fully accepted me; Livia, my best friend.  We walked over to the tunnel shoot together, which is what drops technos from the space house to Earth.  “Talk to me everyday or as much as you can.  Hopefully we will see each other again someday.  Goodbye now” flashed across my wrist from the projector.  Hers read similarly saying she promised to talk to me as much as she could.  Livia crawled into the glass shoot, we placed our hands on the glass, and then she dropped to Earth.

    Around a year  passed by and I still had not heard from Livia.  Edward Shiner has been working on creating bigger and better versions of me.  All Edward ever tells me is how wonderful my peers are doing on Earth.  They have stopped a total of 467 shootings from happening, which I was so proud to hear.  However, truth is all I wanted was to be a hero like them.  As I lied down to go to sleep that night, my projector signaled a message.  It was a message from Livia!  However, this was not the message I was expecting.  It was an image of a boy who seemed terribly sad.  She captioned it, “This is your chance to help. Address---.”  Coming from the person I felt closest with, I knew I had to go.

    I waited for the ship house to go into sleep mode, except the cameras.  If any of the cameras were to catch me leaving without permission, I would be disintegrated.  I got out of my bed and headed towards the bathroom, this way there was no suspicion.  Entering the bathroom, I made sure to not let the door close completely.  Once the cameras faced away from me, I slid up against the wall.  After rolling, ducking, and hiding a few times I was able to make it to the tunnel shoot.  I entered and released myself into the area below.  The glass capsule surrounding me flew right to the address I received from Livia.  As I neared my destination, my capsule deployed a paracycle (mix between a parachute and bicycle), allowing for a soft landing.  My projector says it is to be around dinner time on Earth.  Because the act I am performing is not an emergency, my program messages me to knock and politely explain to the boy's parents that I am friendly, just trying to help a sad boy.  His parents appear at the door.  I explained myself to them, and at first they seem very hesitant.  With programmed words flying out of the created mouth I have, they finally let me in.  Something within my chipped mind told me there house smelt like vanilla spice.  It was a welcoming scent of friendly people.  

    The boy’s parents allowed me enter his room, I said “ Hi, my name is Adeline.  I was told by a friend of mine  that you were very sad.  Her name is Livia.  Do you remember?”

    He said, “Yes” in a very shy, reluctant voice.

    I asked, “What is your name?”  Livia forgot to mention that to me.

    He said, “Pete” in the very shy, reluctant voice again.

    I knew I had to do something to make him feel more comfortable with me, but I also understood why he was replying in such a shy manner.  I could tell something was wrong with Pete.  

    To speed the process up, I finally just said, “Do you mind if I ask what is bothering you?  I am here to try and help.  You do not deserve to be sad everyday, instead you deserve to be happy.”

    Pete replied, “You will never be able to help! You are the last person who could understand.”

    He began to get very upset, as I saw a tear dripping from his dark brown eyes.  I told him I was sorry.  I still knew I had to do something.  This was my time to finally help people like all the other techno’s were.  I just wanted to be normal and do what they do.  With this in mind, I went back to his parents.  They told me Pete was diagnosed with cancer, and the doctors had to amputate his left leg.  Pete is unable to perform the tasks he used to be able to do very easily.  He is very frustrated and upset because he feels he will never get to be normal again.  I thanked them so much for telling me, and ran back over to Pete’s room.  As I entered his room I was given a mean glare.  That is when I proceeded to roll up my pants and remove the prosthetic leg.  

    I said to him, “I struggle just like you.  I am unable to perform everyday tasks just like you.  You are not alone Pete.”

    He sat there with a look of disbelief.  Then I rolled up my left arm sleeve and removed my prosthetic arm.

    I also said, “For as awful as it is to feel like you are different, know that you are not.  Missing your leg does not make you any form of less than someone who has a leg.”

    I did not know where these words were coming from other than at one time I was programmed with these words.  I never processed my coding mishap in this way.  Not only was I helping myself, but a half smile peeped from Pete’s lips.  As I turned around to leave, his parents were standing at his doorway.  The two just stood there with smiles on their faces.

    As I began to walk out of his room, Pete remarked, “I guess I am not any different after all.  Will you come to the park tomorrow with me?

    I said, “I would love to , as long as your parents do not mind.”

    They nodded in acceptance.  

    As I left their house that night, I felt like I was created for a purpose.  After being bombarded with messages from Edward, I explained myself to him.  Luckily, he covered my back, and I was able to stay on Earth to help kids who struggled with situations similar to Pete’s.  I was getting to be a hero just like all the other technos.