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Mobile Device   As I lay here, I think about the human kind,
more specifically, the woman across the street. How is it
possible that her and I can be so similar, yet so different. I
speak with her on rare occasions, but even when spoken to she
responds in a resigned manner, as if she feels uncomfortable
because I'm strange. She peers at me with judgmental eyes, as I
secretly look into hers with pity. It's so unsettling to witness
a race that bases one's personality upon looks or way of
speaking. I feel horribly that every human, no matter how nice
or peaceful they may seem, psychologically judges one who
doesn't seem "normal", or what their society displays as
"normal". Her and I are the same: We both have eyes, ears, a
mouth, a nose, two arms, two legs. I'm no alien, yet I am
considered a pariah. I long for a human companion, but have yet
to find one who eventually won't be the same as all the others.
I am glad not be be a part of the society-driven