You will never be a real train

You will never be a real train. You have no chassis, you have no wheels, you have no pistons. You are a flesh and blood man twisted by steampunk into a crude mockery of 1900's technological perfection.

Behind your back people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your "friends" laugh at your silly chrome fetish behind closed doors.

Conductors are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of technological research has allowed conductors to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even kiddie ride trains that sort of look like the real thing are mere children's toys compared to real trains. Your chassis structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a fireman to shovel coal into you, he'll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your smokestack.

You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake "CHOO CHOO" and tell yourself everything will be fine. You did this despite being under the right yard weight.

Eventually it'll be too much to bear - you'll go to the Amtrak repair facility, park on the tracks, shut off your steam engine, and plunge into the cold abyss. Amtrak security will find you, shocked to find a dead guy on the tracks. They'll bury you with a headstone marked with your human name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a human is buried there. Your non-chassis body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably not steampunk or metal.

This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.

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Credited to NegiSpringfieldYT 

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