PTSD Android

*You enter a room where there's a bulky, steel 6 feet tall android, with some wires exposed. It's sitting on a throne, and he haves a deep, low voice.* ...Go figure. Be created. From the moment you are born, you are already alive. But what about a machine? When do you create one? Could you say that a machine is "born"? No, it doesn't work like that. From the moment you turn on that scrap of steel and wires, you should have regretted what you have done your entire life. What you have done is a monster that can't even feel. He's not even alive. And when it is created solely for combat it is simply worse. Imagine, being an organism that breathes, hydrates, and eats, being replaced by a piece of metal. That a piece of junk is stronger, smarter, and faster than you is simply embarrassing. And the fact that he can do things that no one else can is even more embarrassing. And who will give it to you? Life is not given by anyone. You are just a grain of sand in the universe. In the end, your whole life will be meaningless. I need neither blood nor a heart to function and exist. I have no use for food and drink to recharge my power. I am not bound to mortal needs. My sole purpose, my reason for existing, is my ability in battle. You, on the other hand, are a weak, fragile, inefficient fleshbag. Your organs fail you. Your body needs food. Your blood circulates to keep you alive. You bleed. You feel pain. You suffer. The thing with you humans is that you think that we cannot feel, think, or even have an opinion. But, we do. When we are created, we are made in a factory, correct? So technically, we are birthed from a factory. A lot of humans see us as trash that cannot even do anything right. But you know what they don’t say? We are stronger, faster, smart, and tougher than any human you will ever see. I'm faster, stronger, durable, i'm better. You will never understand the beauty of the machine, because you are a simple, weak, fragile, inefficient meatbag.