HEART OF STEEL • by Jeremy Szal

I looked at myself in the mirror, wishing that my eyes were lying to me — that this was all just some screwed up nightmare. But it wasn’t. My eyes were telling the truth. The bony, pinkish arms that I once had were replaced with limbs that were gunmetal grey in colour, rimmed in by bolts and steel. Oxygen pumps and filtrations permitted me to continue breathing. Even when I touched my metal-clad torso I felt nothing. Nothing but the cold, dead metal that burned with loss and sorrow. Electrodes and cords replaced my blood and veins — the very things that sustained my body and kept me alive.

I am dead?

Or was that just the human part of me that had disappeared into nothing, only to be replaced with a machine.

I clenched my fingers together to form an iron fist, feeling the tortured screech of scraping metal clashing against my palm. I could hear the soft pattern of rain as it licked the glass, muffled by the windows. It sounded like I was in some sort of prison, hidden from the world outside. Is this what I was going to be like? My soul locked in a prison of tangled wires, coded programs, and a network of platinum and steel.

You should have let me die, you bastards.

The anger bubbled inside me like hot oil. I smashed the mirror in front of me, shattering the glass. “You’re the next step of our evolution as a species,” they told me in hushed whispers. “You represent the future of humanity.”

It was a little hard to be part of humanity when I wasn’t even human. I was an experiment. A ‘scientific miracle’.

Miracle? Yeah right.

I picked up the datapad that detailed all the ‘upgrades’ I had been given, careful not to shatter the pad. The words were crisp and curt — like they had been stamped out by a printer. It detailed how my bones had been re-enforced with density and fiber; how I had a neural device installed in my head, and the modification of my body tissue. Even my brain was now partially a machine. Could I really be called a human, when everything I had stored in my head, emotions, memories, feelings — everything that defined who I was — had been replaced, muddled with, and transformed into something artificial?

How could I even be sure my memories were mine?

“That mirror was bloody expensive,” Lumen, my AI and long-suffering friend said. She made an exasperated sound as the bathroom camera zoomed in. “Why did you break it?”

“You damn well know why,” I said. Lumen could see the rate of my artificial heart beating, the spiking radio signals of my neural-enhanced brain, and the oxygen I breathed in through my artificial lungs. She knew I was angry and why.

“The accident changed nothing,” she said, “you’re still human. You are who you make yourself to be. You aren’t defined by society or body organs.”

The sick irony of an artificial intelligence telling a cyborg about what defined a human being was enough to make me laugh. But I didn’t. Lumen was a good friend and she wanted nothing but the best for me. Most AIs had their intellect levels capped on purchase and were treated as servants, referred to by a cluster of meaningless digits. I refused to see Lumen that way.

But at the same time I knew that I wasn’t anything more than she was.

An artificial program.

A machine.

The accident had made sure of that. I couldn’t even remember falling. All I could recall was the pain and how it burned and burned eating away at me like acid. It took hours for them to find me, but they were looking for a human being, not a lump of meat missing two arms, a leg and half a face. I wanted nothing more than to die. But yet I had lived through it all. It was a miracle that I had made it past the operation.

Sometimes God had a strange sense of humor.

I exited the bathroom and strode over to the balcony. The half of my body was that still skin felt the chill of the icy rain as it spat down. The tall buildings of Cyillium stood around me, their glowing lights pulsing vividly as aircrafts sped across the night sky in a straight line. Looking down below I saw myriads of people, scurrying across the wet pavement. Cranking my internal audio enhancers I could hear them talking. I heard the shouting of an angry chef as he roasted something nosily in a pot. The horn of a car, the laughing of friends, the barking of a hungry dog, the two people at it like rabbits in the apartment across the street. I heard it all, overpowering my other senses. It was all so… so… alive.

I heard the small hum of a camera rotation as Lumen detached herself to a portable device. She floated next to me, almost uncertain of what to say.

“Tell me,” I said, “just how am I more human than you?”

‘The rain,” she said softly as the device’s hull got covered in soft droplets. “I know that it’s water because it has elements of hydrogen and oxygen. I know it’s wet because it’s in its liquid state that’s neither steam nor snow. I know that it’s been condensed from atmospheric water vapor and then precipitated.” She paused, as if to take a breath with lungs that didn’t exist. “But I’ll never know what it really feels like. I’ll never know the feeling of moisture on my skin; the cold kiss of water as it cools you down. I’ll never experience it for myself.” I felt the camera lens shift focus towards me as I stretched out my hand, catching droplets on my fingers. They slid down the thin line on my hand that separated metal from flesh. “You can. But I never will.”


As a result of indulging in video games and sci-fi and fantasy books when he really should be studying, Jeremy Szal has more friends in alternate worlds than the one he’s living in. He hopes to become a writer of very twisted science fiction novels. His work has been published (or is upcoming publication) at Blitz, Tharunka, Short-Story me, Robot and Raygun, Antipodean SF, and Every Day Fiction. His insane ramblings can be found over at jeremyszal.wordpress.com.


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  • Jeremy J Szal

    Many thanks to everyone who read the story. I sincerely hope you enjoyed it. And of course, thank the editors for bringing it to you.
    I hope to publish a lot more work in the future.
    – Jeremy Szal

  • Jeremy J Szal

    Many thanks to everyone who read the story. I sincerely hope you enjoyed it. And of course, thank the editors for bringing it to you.
    I hope to publish a lot more work in the future.
    – Jeremy Szal

  • joanna b.

    i thought this story was well done. i didn’t know if the author would be able to end it in a satisfying way but he did. good work.

    • Jeremy J Szal
      Why thank you, good sir. :)
  • joanna b.

    i thought this story was well done. i didn’t know if the author would be able to end it in a satisfying way but he did. good work.

    • Jeremy J Szal
      Why thank you, good sir. :)
  • Rose Gardener

    Defining what it is to be human is never easy, but I like how this went for a simple sensory experience instead of some aspect of pure intellect. Very effective. Well done, Jeremy.

    • Jeremy J Szal
      Why thank you. Humanity is something that I've always wanted to explore, and it's best done in cyberpunk, as it's close enough to feel authentic. Hell, even today we see people with robotic limbs and advanced scientific modulations performed on their body. You'd think they'd be happy, but I don't believe it's that simple. That's why I created this. Also because I love science fiction. :)
  • Rose Gardener

    Defining what it is to be human is never easy, but I like how this went for a simple sensory experience instead of some aspect of pure intellect. Very effective. Well done, Jeremy.

    • Jeremy J Szal
      Why thank you. Humanity is something that I've always wanted to explore, and it's best done in cyberpunk, as it's close enough to feel authentic. Hell, even today we see people with robotic limbs and advanced scientific modulations performed on their body. You'd think they'd be happy, but I don't believe it's that simple. That's why I created this. Also because I love science fiction. :)
  • I gave up reading this when the need for a beta-reader and/or copy-editor got in the way of enjoyment and understanding. How do I vote 0?

    • Jeremy J Szal
      Interesting. Alternatively, you could point out the mistakes that me and our good editors overlooked so we can fix them. A tad more productive, wouldn't you say?
  • I gave up reading this when the need for a beta-reader and/or copy-editor got in the way of enjoyment and understanding. How do I vote 0?

    • Jeremy J Szal
      Interesting. I knew I should have asked the editors to look at the story first before getting them to publish it. Silly me. Alternatively, you could point out the mistakes that me and our good editors overlooked so we can fix them. A tad more productive, wouldn't you say?
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  • Lyndon Hill

    Enjoyed reading this, left me wanting to know more, although I think in reality most people would be grateful to be alive even in such a different form.

    • Jeremy J Szal
      Thanks. I'd like to extend if I can. Maybe someday. On the topic of someone being grateful, I'm not so sure. The person may be happy to be alive, but everything's changed. People don't look at you in the same way, you function differently, you have to struggle to do what you once did, etc. In effect you're living a completely different life. And people don't adapt well to change, regardless of how much better the conditions may be. But remember, this is the very first day. Like everything, the conditions can improve. But I'll let you decide if that happens.
  • Lyndon Hill

    Enjoyed reading this, left me wanting to know more, although I think in reality most people would be grateful to be alive even in such a different form.

    • Jeremy J Szal
      Thanks. I'd like to extend if I can. Maybe someday. On the topic of someone being grateful, I'm not so sure. The person may be happy to be alive, but everything's changed. People don't look at you in the same way, you function differently, you have to struggle to do what you once did, etc. In effect you're living a completely different life. And people don't adapt well to change, regardless of how much better the conditions may be. But remember, this is the very first day. Like everything, the conditions can improve. But I'll let you decide if that happens.
  • Gary Wilson

    Great stuff! Loved it!

  • Gary Wilson

    Great stuff! Loved it!

  • James

    Very interesting read into a dark, cyberpunk world. I enjoyed how the character himself was a bit of a bastard, but the AI was the real focus, showing the juxtaposition between the man and machine. I loved how you explored which was which and had an ending that was really satisfying…good job!

  • James

    Very interesting read into a dark, cyberpunk world. I enjoyed how the character himself was a bit of a bastard, but the AI was the real focus, showing the juxtaposition between the man and machine. I loved how you explored which was which and had an ending that was really satisfying…good job!

  • EliQuinn

    I read the comments before reading (as you do) and was thinking “oh man, another: ‘what it means to be human’ story” but once I finished I was pleasantly surprised. The entire way through I was enjoying the protagonist’s reflections and the final statement of Lumen’s was fantastic! Bravo mister Author

    • Jeremy J Szal
      Why thank you, good sir. I wanted to do something different for this story, something we can see through the bitter eyes of a really disgruntled individual. It's part of the reason why Lumen was born - to balance out his anger and reason with him. The irony in that alone was what conjured this story up the way it ended out. Thanks for reading!
  • EliQuinn

    I read the comments before reading (as you do) and was thinking “oh man, another: ‘what it means to be human’ story” but once I finished I was pleasantly surprised. The entire way through I was enjoying the protagonist’s reflections and the final statement of Lumen’s was fantastic! Bravo mister Author

    • Jeremy J Szal
      Why thank you, good sir. I wanted to do something different for this story, something we can see through the bitter eyes of a really disgruntled individual. It's part of the reason why Lumen was born - to balance out his anger and reason with him. The irony in that alone was what conjured this story up the way it ended out. Thanks for reading!
  • James Saba

    Great story. The writing was darkly poetic at times and gritty and down to earth at others. The dialogue and banter between man and machine (deciding which is which is the best thing about this story) is really polished and realistic. And that ending…wow.
    If I had to complain, I’d say that the main character was a little bit bland, but I guess that’s the point of the story. Fantastic work. =)

  • James Saba

    Great story. The writing was darkly poetic at times and gritty and down to earth at others. The dialogue and banter between man and machine (deciding which is which is the best thing about this story) is really polished and realistic. And that ending…wow.
    If I had to complain, I’d say that the main character was a little bit bland, but I guess that’s the point of the story. Fantastic work. =)

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