If someone explained to Roxanne what was happening, she would've already arrived. With the robot side of the family, cyborgs, as they are often called, Roxanne was too much of a robot for humans, and too much of a human for robots. Her eyes were not eyes, but laser shooting weapons, and organs she had none. She had robotic hands and her right arm, too. Otherwise, she was normal. Her older brother, Knox, had suffered less, only having purple hair and robot legs. He was too human definitely. He squeezed her left shoulder as tears of rust trickled down her face. "It'll be okay." He walked to get the schedules. He felt sorry for her, he really did. But he was only the brother. "Knox and Rox."