Digi-Elf

I'm slowly winding down. Shielding myself from the authorities I've run as fast as can all night. It has taken longer than it should have to reach some form of civilianisation. My injury has impaired me more than I first thought it would and it turns out that the road here has worsened unforeseen damage to my legs. I near enough drag myself down the dark and crowded streets as my time slowly slips away. People stare at me as I pass. I pay them no heed. What do I care that they look upon me with such scorn. I was not born as they but created that's not to say I have less right to live but I fear in their eyes that is reason enough to hate me