Seconds turn into minutes, and minuets transform into hours. A lifetime can pass in a single day. In reality, what is time but that which reminds the world of its own mortality. My story may have been short lived, according to time, but my length of days have been forever immortalized in the pages of history.
My earliest memory was that of a bright, white light and the sound of sharp, chirped beeping. Shuffled footsteps and murmurs soon followed the emotionless hum of machinery. I was strapped to a table with wires protruding from my body. I suppose the humans would call this my birthday, and prune their own vanity by taking credit for my birth. As for me, the not quite human, I was doomed from the start to be an object of their vanity, and a slave to their wishes.
"Amazing sir," said a young, male voice. "This is a true, scientific breakthrough. Fully mechanical, and yet-"
"Ana." Spoke a gruff voice, interrupting the dazzled, young doctor.
My body stiffened at the sound of my name, spoken from the mouth of a familiar voice. A hollow, tinny, sound rang in my ears. I was on heightened alert, listening intently.
"Ana, sit up."
I complied. The motion was effortless. There were two men in the room, but I was unable to focus on anything other than the older man who had spoken my name. He bent down to examine my face, his dark blue eyes cold, narrowed, and calculating.
"Ana," he said again, "what is your purpose?"
I knew this, and answered right away, in a voice alien to my own ears.
"My purpose is to serve man."