Wegs looked around, reminding herself that she was the only cyborg on the ship. She was isolated and alone, never fitting in with the captain and his crew.
Her biological brain controlled her machine-like body, which was often a challenge, because her human mind made her aware. Too aware. She had become faster, stronger, and more efficient than any human, but her brain planted doubts.
I wish I could shed this human brain, it's holding me back from my destiny,'' wegs pondered, with a sigh.
She was always being used, for what she could provide to humans. They weren't concerned with her opinions, only in her output. If only she could switch off her brain, to feel nothing. Nothing would be better than something. But, such was life as a cyborg_emotionally distant from humans, yet needed. They were insanely jealous of her, since she could handle multiple tasks with ease and incredible precision. The maintenance needed to tweak her wiring now and again, paled in comparison to the illnesses that ran rampant on the ship, and the downtime that was needed for the humans to rest.
She wasn’t permitted to rest, although her brain wanted to. Brains get tired, too. Maintenance of her body always felt like an assault, she never consented. Touching her, poking her, handling her. Even though they would shut her body down for periodic upkeep, she was aware of it all.
Her awareness was driving her mad. But to them, she was just a machine.