Kroton's Journal
I'm feeling lonely.
This isn't something I can just blow off. I'm surrounded by humanoids I once had a lot in common with, and I Lord do I appreciate their company. Unfortunately, the commonalities I shared with organics were stripped from me a while ago, and now I'm a watching as these friendly and beautiful people are put off by the sound of my heavy foot-falls when I walk past them.
Don't get me wrong; it's good to be around people again. I'm amazed by how tolerant and yet intolerant people can be at the same time. They try to be friendly, but I know they look into my empty eyes and feel a chill they don't wish to gab about when we're feeling chatty. They think they have it tough; I see that image every time I look in the mirror.
What the Hell do I even need a mirror for? I should probably remove it. I haven't had to even use a restroom since...
What was I talking about again?
I have got to try to find other cybernetic beings at some point. I can at least take comfort from the fact that regardless of how inhuman I've become, I still look 100% cooler than most of the cyborgs I've heard about out there.
