Sharon
[This channel is taken, I'm halfway done with writing]
Jorge
A soft knock sounded on a mahogany door, and Bea, with a movement that was adjacent to a human raising their upper lip in disgust, spun around in her chair to face the door. Her office was dark, the way she liked it, and yet the guys in the hallway always loved to seem to have every single light on when they opened her door, just as they did when the door was flung open with no consideration for her enjoyment for privacy. She sat, still as a stone, staring into the man's eyes.

"What do you want now? I'm busy."

_He made a comment in passing, something about how he was surprised someone as young as her could be in such a high position. The visitors bothered her more than her employees, and after the fat, sallow man shut the door, she returned to what she was doing. She stared at the schematics for a brain chip, one that could allow her to create an artificial intelligence to be a companion. There were models out on the market, but they were all packages, or rogue AI that was crazy. She didn't want an ideal companion, she just wanted someone to hold. Someone who cared about her, or at least pretended to. All of her work on this body she now inhabited, and she felt like a goddess, her body so perfect that it made her want to cry tears of joy, but the fact that nobody had showed even a modicum of interest in her, even those who had made flirtatious remarks before her injury. She wished she could just be told she was a freak._

_Throwing down the blueprint, and shoving it into a drawer, she threw down her regular torso and replaced it with her sports one, replaced her legs, and donned her cap. Going for a run always seemed to clear her mind, even on a rainy, tired day like this. She was browsing the internet as her running blades propelled her forward, her legs so strong that she had to limit herself so she didn't rip them off herself. She was happy that the company was so close to a trail on the outskirts of the town that it had been started in. She was sprinting along the trail as she unmasked her signal, something she did inside the lab so people wouldn't accidentally try to link to her instead of the bot they were working on. She just wanted to be free. No, that was a lie, that was the opposite of what she wanted. She wanted to **Be** Someone's, and her mind drifted back to the chip blueprint in her desk. She should just give it to her boss as requested instead of making a bot for herself first, she didn't deserve it._
Sharon
It's bad, but it's... Workable, I hopw