It was a city built for people and governed by science, but despite being a creature assembled from people and given life by science, you do not belong among them, do you?
You are destined to be forever apart.
You contemplate sneaking in under cover of dark, just to be near them, to let the lilt of their voices drift from their homes to your ears. Perhaps you could close your eyes and even imagine that you are in their company, that their laughter could be at your jokes.
But you are no Clown; no Joking fills your body with Mirth. The Bolts at your neck flare cold with hard steel pressure until you dismiss the urge to join those people and resume your solitary trudging.
They’d kill you. Science has no room in its heart for its cast-offs.