Help naming story please!?

This is a love story based in the future i was writing, the year 3015 or something like that, cant remember exactly. let me know what u think and all. I finished it already. I need help naming it! Please! Thanks so much! The plot goes somehtin like this:

Main charcter hates all robot people(read the chap i have below to know more). Her dad left the family when she was little and she has hopes of finding him again one day. She falls in love with someone she doesn't realize is a robot. when she finds out shes pretty angry, cuz he never told her he was one till later. Then she gets in a car accident and finds out she is actually part robot herself, because when she was little her dad was taking her to the zoo and got in an accident and he died, but she could survive if they gave her a new body and implanted her memory's. Her mom thought it best to just tell her that her dad left instead of that he was dead. It's basically about a teen girl dealing with life and with the lies that are all around her. In the end she kind of just says, life is pretty bad right now, but it's gonna go on, with or without me, so i might as well make the best of things. There is a lot more to it. It's like 40 something pages, but I just want help naming it.

Ch. 1 I hate not knowing

This is a world where you can’t tell the difference between a real human being, and a robot. Where technology has gone to extremes. Hovering cars, talking cars, say what you want to eat and it appears in front of you, even houses that change decoration and shape every week. I had grown up around all this, but yet…. There was one thing I wasn’t used to. The idea of robot people.

Even if I couldn’t tell the difference, it made me uncomfortable walking through the Milliton and not knowing if that security officer was a robot or a human being, when a little boy bumped into me and his Grandmother reprimanded him, not knowing if he was a machine or what? Because they were just like people, and they thought just like people, and they ate just like people. But they weren’t people. They weren‘t.

I didn’t know what bothered me about them. Maybe it was because their said to be smarter than humans, some people say they can read a human being like a book, their almost super human. Or maybe it was because the news had been saying that the robot population was almost larger than the human population. Or maybe it was because they were so much better at jobs and stuff like that, that they were practically replacing humans. I didn’t know, really.

My friends I did have in High School, they all thought it was cool, or they just didn’t really care, “Aren’t they a life, because they can think for themselves and all, right? Their really just like people, Meg.” That’s what they would tell me. And you know what. I knew that. But I still hated sitting at my desk, and not knowing. Not knowing if Mrs. Shoals, my Math teacher, was HUMAN. Not knowing if half my class was robot. I hate not knowing.

The day was May 22nd, 3015. I was sitting there, chewing on the eraser of a pencil I had gotten from a junk shop. I liked old school stuff. I was fascinated by notebooks, pencils, etc. I mean, we didn’t have that stuff anymore. Notebooks and pencils, they’ve been replaced by Lin. That’s what I called her.

They were little electronic devices, called MINE. They held all your personal info and stuff like that. Lin was a Notebook, cell phone, GPS, computer, TV, MP3, all in one. I used her most of the time. I liked to hear her Hello as I would say my password, watch as the rainbow colored strap around my wrist came to life, a medium sized screen suddenly appearing. MINE’s could also be used in public. All you had to do was attach a little device to your ear, and then just think your password or whatever you wanted, and the little device transferred it to your MINE. Then, thanks to the device, you could listen to music, watch TV, etc., without anyone else hearing it too. Almost everyone had a MINE those days.

That day, I just felt like opening up the old Notebook, it’s pages so yellow and delicate I was always afraid to touch them, and putting the nicely sharpened pencil to the paper. A lot of people used their MINE’S for their diaries or journals, but I liked to use the Notebook for that. I had all ready filled up about 11 pages, full of my feelings and thoughts. After I was done writing I usually would ask the house to store it away in my safe, and it would hop to it. I was trying to remember what I was going to write. I wanted to write something down. But I couldn‘t remember. Oh yeah.

I hate not knowing.

Ch. 2 Dexter

Anna Lie grabbed my hand and pulled me forward, “Come on, Megan, hurry up, I wanna get there before it‘s crowded, ya know! The sales supposed to be totally spaztastic! It’s like, some of the most awesome stuff is gonna be on sale!”

“Uh-huh.”

Anna Lie looked at me dubiously, “I don’t think you get it,” she said, “Connie told me that she