All I want is to be normal, go to high school, and have a boyfriend or two. That's all. My life would be much better if I was human again. I didn't ask for any of this! Now I'm just half a monster. They tell me I have to improve my temperament, use my mind voice, find the taken scientists. Not my jam, people!
They constantly rag at me that what happened was a gift. There was design in my death. "Just make the best of it," they say. "Be the gift to the world that your parents envisioned," they say. "Make a difference! Save the world!" they say.
Too extra!
Bet my murdered parents never in their wildest dreams anticipated that I'd be driving one of their AI synthetic bod suits! Twice! Ironic, right? Their brilliant cutting-edge technology trapped me forever.
I have cool superpowers, yes, but I don't want them. I want to go to prom!