Stranger Worlds

Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Or so they say. Most species wouldn't even care enough to listen for a scream coming from the vacuum of space; whatever that means. What would I know? I was just a girl raised in the midst of some lab in the middle of some small town by some hotshot doctor who just wanted to find a new extraordinary discovery that'll make him rich. Apparently, I was that extraordinary discovery. No idea why. There wasn't much about me that was much different from anyone else, was there? Yes, I technically wasn't born in this universe, and I can technically move stuff by just using my mind. But that doesn't mean I'm some extraordinary discovery for others to make profit off of. What was this doctor planning on doing anyway? Putting me on display for all of the other humans to watch? He couldn't even handle that time I managed to escape outside, and that time I was still confided in the fenced in front lawn of his lab.

This hotshot doctor is named Dr. Marshalls, and he was the one who discovered what I was. According to what he's told all of his colleagues, he fell witness to the motherboard dropping me off at his feet. Apparently, they begged for him to take care of me; pleading to not dispose of me once he was through. It's almost as if he expected for all those tests he's done on me to give me long-term memory loss. Last I checked, I was found by a couple police officers while they were checking up on a call made by some bystander about this young girl wandering around hopelessly lost. Who knows? For all I know, maybe I was dropped off by the motherboard. Maybe somewhere out there is a mother alien hoping someone found me and is taking great care of me. If only they knew that the police officers who originally found me brought me to some medical building where I've been poked and prodded for the last ten years. No idea why the officers chose to send me to this place, but I just assumed this was the best place for me. They did know of this world better than I had.

Anyways, here I am. Fifteen years old with no life experience whatsoever. Dr. Hotshot couldn't even allow for me to find myself a friend, let alone anything more. Apparently, I was too extraordinary to have even one ordinary best friend in my life. Of course, that doesn't mean I wasn't social. Other than the doctor controlling my life, I did have others who worked at this lab to talk to; the nurses, other doctors, security guards, and even the night janitors Dr. Hotshot would hire to keep the insides and outsides looking clean. Although Dr. Hotshot would let them go the second he found out I'd be getting close and personal with them. Never understood that. I wasn't telling them the secrets of the lab. I just wanted friends. A friend. Someone that I could talk to who wasn't probing me with wires all day long.

Ten years. I've been in that lab for ten years of my life, and now here I am. About to embark on a journey of new exploration. Dr. Hotshot finally let me live off on my own in some crummy little apartment just inches away from the lab, but it's a start. Of course, he's here every morning to stick more wires in me and shows up every night just to make sure I'm not going "rogue". But it's a start. It's something.

There's just one small problem.

Nobody seems to be as friendly as they seemed at the lab.