They did not reveal to us our true nature until we were close to graduating from high school. An assembly was called, and a member of our class was brought on to the stage. As we watched, they peeled back the skin of their face, showing us the metallic structure beneath.
Knives were handed to each of us, so that we could confirm upon ourselves. We were thus sent out into the world, unsure of what it was, what it had been all this time.
I pulled the skin back down over the hydraulics in my wrist. The lacerations healed without scars. I never spoke of it again.
This was how it had always been done, how it always will be done.
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Notes:
1. Written on August 15th, 2019
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