Finally I'm done with the new locks. I would like to see them droids come in here now. Anyways they have been shut down for the night. It seems they enjoy bugging me when I'm working. Earlier one came up behind me and ask a stupid question about what to use to mop the floor. I was in the process of mixing chemicals and he startled me so bad I dropped the container and burnt a hole right through my table. Luckily I have protective metal sheeting on the floor so it didn't burn through that otherwise I would be in the process of looking for a new ship.
You know I just realized that I haven't told you a whole lot about me. So maybe I should. Lets see--- my name Noel and you already know I'm from Neptonian and that it was located in another galaxy.
I have cyborg implants due to some birth defects. You see I was born way to early and my internal organs weren't fully developed. Despite the best care the doctors couldn't save them. First it was my heart then my lung and liver and so on and so forth. The doctors replaced them with mechanical ones that are fused with organic materials. This way they could grow with me and they wouldn't have to replace them every year. Well by the time I was one all my internal organs were replaced except my brain. It may not really even noticeable but I have a metal chest plate and inside my organs are in a protective bag filled with a blue liquid that's a kind of blood and oil mix. I also have a metal plate in my head that can be removed to do checkups. There are tiny sensor chips that basically control my organs.
Now when I was about three years old I was diagnosed with a rare type of bone disease that basically eats away at the bones. It had started in my left leg and left arm. The doctors were working on a cure but by the time they got it done I had lost my arm up to my shoulder and my leg up to my hip. The rest they were able to stop the loss and regenerate the bone back.
So here I was three years old and was in the hospital for almost my whole life. I was starting to think the hospital was my home. My room was covered with pictures and cards. I had toys and stuffed animals. My favorite was my stuffed pugtooth. My Dad got it for me when I thought there was a monster that lived under my bed. He told my that this pugtooth was special and that it could eat monsters and bad dreams. SinceI had a lot of them too--wouldn't you.
Ohh I miss my parents so much----its getting hard to do this. Bringing back forgotten memories ...
You see my parents died when I was seven and I was with them when it happened. We were going to Christa to have a picnic and watch the sun set over our planet. It was there 800th anniversary and they told me that's where they got wed. And it was a special place for them. Well on our way home there was a short out of some sort and my Dad lost control of the ship and crashed. Both my Mom and Dad died instantly and the only reason I survived was because of my implants. They protected my organs and my brain---but the rest of my body was shot. My right leg and arm were like in a thousand pieces and no amount of healing could save them so they to were replaced with metal ones. I lost my jaw and half of my face too. Luckily my hips, back, and shoulders weren't as bad. They had bad breaks. But were fixable with a kind of metal organic fusion-- that's why I still have half of my real face.
This is too much--- the tears won't stop and I can't read what I'm writing. I'm going to have to get back to you maybe tomorrow.Ohhh wheres my pugtooth!!!