Sea clenched her sweater,anxiously waiting for her therapy session.

The brunette glanced to each corner of the room,studying the pictures that hung on the wall,the other chairs,the plants that complimented the lemony scent of the room,and even the channel that played on the Televison.There was only two other people in the room,one being an old lady,and the other a young girl who looked to be in her early twenties. Sea couldn't help but bite her lip at every negative thing that might happen. The ceiling could collapse. The tv could fall. That old lady could have a heart attack.

Sea gulped,feeling her metal neck run cold as she did so. It was hard having a robotic neck...robotic arm...leg...and face.

She had so much metal,it's hard to believe she's human,but instead an unfinished humanoid looking robot.

Sea knitted her brows together in a worried look,recalling how she got these appendages.

Her neck was from a car crash,when her Aunt turned a very sharp corner too late and fell down the mountain they were on.

Her leg was from a shark,when she went on a family trip to Australia.

Her arm was from a Saw  she used to cut some wood for a high school project.

And...her face...

Her face was from the time Viruz,a blood thirsty program that took over her body.

When Viruz fought an old friend of her's,she got her face burnt in the fire she used to melt metal into molds.

She recalled the agony and pain,her mind going blank while she screamed in pain. She couldn't believe she was still alive even after all these incidents.

"Ms.Fitzgerald..." A warm,welcoming voice called out from the front desk as the door opened to reveal a woman with light blonde hair tied up in a tight bun,glasses balanced on her nose,and teal eyes that held the look of a caring person." Your up!" She smiled,gesturing for Sea to come to her office,as her last patient exited the building.Sea nodded,standing up and entering the bitter cold room. The therapist sat on her leather chair,crossing her legs." Take a seat,Ms.Fitzgerald!" She gleamed in a optimistic voice,taking out her clip board.

The Canadian woman sat down on the long,bed like chair,already feeling as if this room was too cliche."Now,my name is Doctor Jackson,but you may address me as Mary!" 'Mary' grinned at the nervous scientist.Sea nodded,furrowing her brows in a anxious look,you know those faces you see when your unsure of something.

"Now,tell me what is the matter ,dear?" Mary asked,giving a fake 'serious' sad face,as if Sea was a child who got a scratch.Everything..,thought Sea. " I-I've been ha-having nightmares a-and thought that Vi-Viruz might come ba-back..." She stuttered,fiddling with the end of her sleeve's.

Mary nodded,scribbling something down on her clip board." Tell me about this 'Viruz' character..." She spoke in a soft tone,but Sea knew it was a demand.

"W-Well..."

I read the letter over and over again,pondering on how the government would want me using this new tech. My technology is just fine!

I let out a huff,examining the box before slicing it open with a box cutter. As I did so,I witnessed some of the most cleanest,cutting edge metal and glass I've ever seen. A smile curled my lips as I took out the shiny equipment,happy to make anything out of it. That's till a blue print was revealed at the bottom of the box. I picked it up ,examining the sloppy writing and drawings.

These plans are unstable! They could cause a glitch!

Well,anything to make a quick buck I guess...

Mary dotted everything down in a summary,also taking note on how Sea looked while telling her story. Her client always stuttered on her words and keep fiddling with anything she could grasp.

Anxiety,Mary thought.

"Go on dear..." She mumbled,hearing she had paused for a bit.

I hate this design...I starred at the unfinished robot,already thinking it would be one of my worse works yet. There's no denying the person who made this blueprint at least had one mental disability. That or a 12 year old drew it.

I groaned in frustration,picking up my wrench,and tightening a bolt on the back of its head. This thing is bound to not work. When I report that this blue print is terrible and prove it with the results,they'll see that I'm right and not pressure me into requests again...

"M-May I have water...I-I'm not us-used to talking mu-much..."Sea coughed. Doctor Jackson only nodded in response pointing to the pitcher of water on the table in between them.