l watched everything from afar; eyes widening over the outer space skies in which the highly vacant yellow stars glistened miserably. l, of course, was not to pay attention to those. it wasn't of any significance.
l was a mere robot; a robot that was there to follow orders. I guess I was given a Dead soul; It was implanted by my partner in crime. It was highly illegal. But when had that vulgar mannered human ever cared?
The only thing I was sure he had a love for was his father, and of course his departed brother, who he greatly grieved for. Plus, he was a criminal. He wouldn't care.
He had been writing a letter to yet another Soul. Sometimes I wondered what he was writing for and the name of who he was so casually and endlessly writing down for all these nights ''Lennon, Pass me the ink and. . .stop getting distracted."
Right? l had been concentrating a little too hard. Perhaps, it's time l stop thinking so much. I'm afraid my brain would one day fry itself with all my ongoing thoughts.
l walked over to the desk and huddled over opening the 2nd drawer, and upon opening it, I grabbed the first half-full glass of Füll Halter Tinte ink We had bought at an old German shop a while back.
I went over to his seat; standing over him, l put the ink on his messy dark oak desk filled with letters and other things I didn't know the name of.
He rarely thanked me for the things I did or Rarely noticed my existence but I swore at that time I heard a small thank you approach his stiff upper lips.
it was somewhat comforting if l had to say so myself.
"Which destination are we heading to now, young master Ace?"
He leaned his head onto the chair. His poker face showed no emotions. As expected he took a while longer to answer.
He didn't think it meant anything to me but it didn't hurt to say. After all, if l did remember he could just erase everything 25 years of Discs and up to a point of Time where memories Were now just nostalgia and No more Laughter, and no more the childlike presence of Ace.
Oh, how l dearly missed The day he had created me at the now old rundown store. Well not only did I still reminisce about How he picked and chose my skin color. The smile on his face before he reached his 20s and by that time he had started investing in crimes at the age of 14. He and l became strongly distant; had he not become a ruthless lawbreaker Maybe we would be The same as before; the 20 years done and over with.
But l no longer mattered to him. He changed drastically or you could say he grew up after the loss of his brother from pneumonia.
"You know lennon today someone told me how l managed to make you it's quite a remark but l would've taken it if it wasn't spoken by a robot enthusiast, l never liked those guys their full of money hungry lies waiting to make the next new invention so they would make money stealing others ideas and taking credit" Ace leaned back onto his chair angling away disinterested.
Now that l thought about it l have a strange interest in robot enthusiasts seems like me and ace seemed to have opposites after all.
l gazed over at Ace. "Is that a quote From your brother?" Young master only bowed his head in a matter of factly manner.
He seemed to be surprised to know that l could memorize it. Had he maybe forgotten l was a robot? l wouldn't be surprised if he did; After all, who's going to take care of a machine?
