A goal, a goal, and nothing more. Having strong convictions and the dream you desire is inherent in both man and monster, but it's much worse when you become a slave to your own dream.
This is my first job at the request of the reader 
P.S. Still, I wrote a third person fic, I ask to understand and forgive)))
Another autumn slushy day, which our long-suffering Earth, for all its existence, met many millions of times and each cycle was similar one to another.
On the washed-out vile liquid, which can not cope with any seams on the boots, the girl ran. Rough cloak can not hide the fragility of the girl's figure, but despite the fineness of the bends, the stride of the stranger was heavy. The rain intensified and, out of the barbed drizzle, it turned into dense and heavy drops of water, which inexorably dribbled over the raincoat, leaving behind each blow a deaf metal ringing through the body. The girl added a step, and switched to a jog, she was already damning the vile weather for the fact that she flooded the turbo-engines in her boots, with them she would surely get faster. But on the horizon there was an old house, the style of the building looked like Baroque, and it certainly was not the idea of the now living architect, but most likely the house did not change its style from the moment of construction. A couple of quick jumps in the puddles and the girl was already standing at the threshold of her apartment.
Having thrown off her hateful raincoat and soaked shoes, she hurried to the dusty composition of the shelves, they wiped out the expiration date of the company, not lipstick and mascara, but several kinds of engine oil and, in complete chaos and disorder, made no sense in the arrangement, the bolts , screws and electrodes. The girl took the most bottle of oil from the shelf and hurried to grease them with hinges in their joints. When it was done, the girl with relief threw back her head in the back of the chair, to think only, forget to lubricate and the metal would be squeamishly squeak. Many details have already worn out and it is high time to replace them, but how? There would be a father next door ... And then again in his chest a long-familiar, disgusting feeling of longing swept over him. Yes, she is a robot, a copper doll working with the energy of steam and electricity, but she knows exactly what she can feel, or does the artifact "heart of a vampire" implanted into her body do it for her? Let it be so, but this stone is a part of it and it feels its torment and torment, and not its own. They say that the soul is not material, it is an invisible unit, but the body is its temporary refuge, not in this case. Robecca certainly did not want to check this, but she still wondered if she would remain the same as without this ancient artifact, or without it, she's just a heap of scrap metal. Well, after all, a person deprived of his soul may not die, but loses a lot, or rather good intentions, and starts working on an automatic programmed to spoil the life of others.
About an hour, she still watched the window behind the gray figures, hurrying on their personal business. And none of them do not care about those who come next, but do these people have a soul? They all think about themselves and do not notice the grief of others on their way to their goal.
"Then I do not have a soul, I just have the illusion of humanity hammered into my head, because I have a goal, I go to her, and I really do not care about the feelings of others. Yes, I want my dad back, but for what? I do it? For him, or to remove a gap in his pseudo-soul? "
For many years now these nasty thoughts have been woven in her head. In Monster High everything was different, there they understood, supported and there were friends who were ready to help at any moment. Now she is surrounded by completely unfamiliar people with gray souls, her name suited her own loneliness.
After thinking a lot and, as always, not finding the end of her thoughts, Robecca decided to start again her everyday attempts to repair the time machine, and again to meet with her father. Let her only succeed for a moment to see his cheerful smile, kind and understanding eyes, but she knows that her favorite features will awaken in her the desire to exist that she needs so much. He managed to revive it then, and it will turn out now. This goal has penetrated too deeply into her mind, and now she will not renounce her, let her rust in this very place, but reach the desired, whatever it costs her.
At work, she spent a day on the flight, she was not interested in anything from what the heads of her former classmates were killed. Frankie still can not decide in his feelings and give preference to either Jackson or Holt, because of what she acquired the status of stinkers, but not for her admirers. Draculaura and Claude seemed to have already married. The hit finally conquered our "Snow Queen", they say they do not step away from each other, and the fact that their candy-bouquet period lasts about two years. Cleo and Deuce have already acquired offspring, and Garrot and Rochelle have recently celebrated the third anniversary of the wedding, and this was not only Scaris, but the whole Internet, learned about this solemn event.
Robecca Steam has not visited extraneous thoughts for a long time, or rather memories of friends, adventures and pretty boys, all this, as the girl herself thought, was an obstacle to the coveted goal.
But apparently it never occurred to her that a love relationship and travel somewhere in Egypt would raise her spirits and give a push to existence, not less than the goal she was really obsessed with.
So the days went by, these days formed in a month, and those in turn in the years, with each unsuccessful attempt of force did not leave it, but only heated the excitement and fervor of intentions. The most hateful day came, which was repeated every week, a day earlier, a day later, the essence does not change, but the need for metal joints of her body in lubrication, forced the girl to leave her wilderness and go to the city. With clothes Steam did not bother, jeans, sweater, sneakers, hair in a bun and the road.
Only crossing the threshold of the house, a feeling of disgust ran through the hollow details of the body, disgust for this world, people and their stupidity, which does not allow you to achieve what you want. Robekka was afraid to look into the eyes of people so as not to see in them grief and longing, she and her own, so she preferred to look at the floor and occasionally on the road, to make sure the correctness of the path. The girl has already passed three quarters and has imperceptibly wandered to the park. And only when, convinced of the lack of people, raised her head and looked up at the sky, how long had she not met face to face. On the sky floated fluffy clouds of steam, which reached the horizon dissolved in the haze.
It was at such moments of silence and harmony with your thoughts that Steam felt really alive, it seemed that the mechanical gears were filled with life, which makes the motor beat rhythmically. The metal parts of her body begin to feel the timid touch of the wind and the dull rays of the sun, which still retained the warmth and are not inferior to the icy clouds. She feels, lives and dreams, only in her own way. Normal people call her a freak, well, monsters are crazy, but she does not care about them. It's only a few years that have passed as one day, she will live many more of these, and so it's not over yet, not everything is lost, this is just the beginning.