The door clicked and my eyes opened. As usual, the robot woke up first.

"Experiment N63A9G4, ready for orders," My metallic voice said.

"Detach."

The sides of the machine spread apart with the sound of leaking gas a releasing my hands. My arms did a 360 and clicked into place. My legs turned to the middle about five degrees and clicked into place. Finally my human clicked in and my head jerked up suddenly, then slowly on my command went back into place.

"All four limbs in place," my normal voice said.

"Systems cheek."

I walked out from my chamber. The moment I stepped out from under the blue lights, I looked normal.

I walked to the blue platform that looked like an x-ray of my leg spread out. I faced the scientists. One man at the computer, a man named Jeb standing next to a woman with frizzy red hair in a head band.

"Are you getting this Jenna," Jeb whispered to the red head.

"Yes Jeb," she said back to the man.

Jeb looked at me I waved and he smiled. Jeb was truly the nicest person I had ever met here. He only did what he did because he had to. I knew that.

The scientist at the computer was muttering. He turned a key and a machine came down from the ceiling. It covered one of my eyes, one arm and the side of one of my legs. It went back up leaving me covered in wires and little suction cups.

"Eyes first," the man at the computer said.

Pictures flashed across my brain at 80 MPH. I said what they were as fast as they were coming. I was fairly subconscious.

The pictures stopped.

"Hands next."

I clenched my hand in a fist then opened it back up as fast as I could, which is really fast.

"Legs last." I went into a fighting position and kicked as hard as I could.

After a few seconds I was put back in my chamber. The door was open, but my hands were stuck in the walls.

Nows as good of time as any to tell you who and what I am. My name is Amber, Amber Collins. I had been in a car crash. My sisters had been killed but I was in prime condition for being turned into a cyborg. I was taken from the scene before the police could get there. Now I'm in the school. A place where they turn normal people into abnormal freaks. Like me for example. For those of you who don't know, a cyborg is a person whose half robot half human, only I'm two thirds human. One third robot.

Sometimes I think like a robot. But most of the time I think like a human. Sometimes I think I'm totally human. But only for a few minutes.

After awhile I was detached and led to an operating room. I looked at all the people. I tagged all the people with names. The one named Jeb Bachelder walked up to me. "Amber, Temporary shutdown."

While I'm unconscious I should tell you something. No matter who says it, I respond to orders. I'm always being told what to do and I always do it. I hate it. I can't do anything about it. If I ever get out of here I'm going to find a computer engineer who can give me a chip so I can choose what orders to follow. Emphasis on the IF.

After two hours, fourteen minutes, forty-two seconds and sixteen milliseconds (I'm very precise) later I was awake. I knew what had happened. They had attached wings made from metal on my back.

"They work like regular wings and can be hidden under your shirt," a scientist said. "Amber you have a new mission."

"You'll be testing new creations we make"

I swore he said new.

But I tested their new creations for several months.

Now fast forward with me one and a half years. Picture an abandoned hospital. Picture a room filled with electronics that a covered in dust and spider webs. Now picture a fridge looking thing but with a keypad instead of a handle. Say you open the fridge thing. What you're seeing is me.

Pretend you're invisible and hiding in the corner. You'll see frizzy red head girl walk in and put the code in. the door will open and the gas will escape. For me that's what just happened.

I snapped awake. "Experiment N63A964, ready for orders."

"Detach. Double time." I clicked all six limbs into place and stepped out.

"All six limbs in place."

"Fly away from here, Amber."

"To where?"

She handed me a file. "Find these people." I opened the file and saw a picture of a mother and daughter. The caption said "Dr. Martinez and Ella."

"If it's possible find these people."

She handed me another file. I saw six photos of wing kids, one photo of a winged dog and one of a familiar man that I recognized as Jeb.

"They're most likely in Arizona. Go there and find Dr. Martinez. Go Amber."

I smiled. "Thank you," I said as I took off.