• Jenna Powers' Journal Entry #1
    March 29, 2010


    tab "Nobody is a mistake. Nobody is an accident."
    tab I'm sure you've heard those words before. Perhaps it was when you were younger, when you screwed up big time, when you felt like you messed everything up . You might've rushed to you're dad, crying about how nobody could ever love you after what you had done, crying that everything in the world would just be better if you had never existed. And he'd take your shoulder, look in your eye, and say,
    tab "Nobody is a mistake. Nobody is an accident."
    tab I want someone to say that to me. I want someone to hold me and tell me that they love me, tell me that I matter. But even if someone did say that to me, I'd know it wasn't true. The truth is, I am a mistake, I am an accident.
    :tab razz erhaps someone is reading this journal, shaking their head and thinking to themselves, "Yeah, right. You're just drowning in your own self pity, kid." But if you knew me, if you knew the truth, then you'd take all that back, and just call me straight up crazy. Because the truth is, I'm not a somebody.
    tab I'm a robot.
    tab I'm "nobody". And nobody is a mistake. Nobody is an accident.
    tab You're more likely than not already beginning to close this journal and laugh at the ridiculous bluntness of the simple notion that anyone could possibly be a robot. Robots only existed in sci-fi stories, right? The idea that they would actual exist would be absolutely impossible. I don't blame you for believing that. If I didn't know any better, I would too. So it came to no surprise that, when Tyler and I t ried to explain the whole thing to Nathan, he wrote us both off as being completely crazy.

    tab The moment Nathan and I walked into the waiting room to talk to Tyler, we saw dozens of news cast members lined up for interviews. It took me only a few moments to figure out what was happening.
    tab The secret was out. People knew who Tyler really was. And now, all they wanted was a story.
    tab I didn't know what to think. Was I supposed to get panicked about this? Was I suppose to be happy people now knew the truth? I could only imagine the outcome of all of it. Scientists would more likely than not try to dissect Tyler and figure out how he was made. Perhaps then thousands of Tylers would be mass produced? That, I told myself, would be very bad. Humans did not know the danger of this sort of machine. It was too much to them, like introducing a computer to somone 500 hundred years ago.
    tab But what could I do? How could I stop them from doing that? I told myself I couldn't, and so Nathan and I just sat there, waiting for our turn for what must've been hours. I watched as disappointed interviewers came out, shaking their heads and making exasperated sighs of discouragement.
    tab "He didn't say one word," I overheard one woman say. "Not one word. And I tried every conceivable way to convince him to." It was hardly encouraging, and by the time we were to go in and talk to him, I had my doubts about what I was doing. Nathan, too, was nervous, but I was sure it was for a different reason.
    tab "Tyler..." I began slowly, sitting down on the other side of the glass the seperated the two of us. He stared down, and said nothing.
    tab "Do you know who I am?" I went on softly. He didn't move, didn't react at all to what I was saying.
    tab "I'm Jenna Powers," I introduced myself, and then pointed over to Nathan. "And this is Nathan Powers." He kept quiet, kept in that same, slumped posture. I bit my lips nervously.
    tab "I--I need your help. I need--"
    tab "Help?" he finally said. It took me by surprise, my eyes widening as I listened to him talk. "My help?" He laughed, his shoulders popping up and down, up and down. He then looked up at me, his dirtied up face looking so real and genuine, that I was about to question my own understanding.
    tab "Nobody needs my help." We kept quiet for a little while, and then I said,
    tab "I asked you before who I am. But here's another question: what am I?"
    tab "Shoot, Jenna," he kept going. "I'm sure you'd love to tell me."