Technological Terror | kim sunwoo

Chapter 6

A long lasting sigh radiated from Sunwoo's vocal cords, as he lazily strolled to a random seat, plopping on the soft cottoned. The cinema was completely abandoned, the sight looked somewhat comforting. I seated myself abreast of him, sensing drowsiness filling me up. I averted my gaze to Sunwoo, whom dominated the armrest. The moment I shifted my view to his face, he was peering at me, a faint grin imprinted on his lips. "What?" I knitted my eyebrows into a frown. He snickered, engulfing me in a side hug. I was dumbfounded with his behavior. "What's up with you.." I muttered, eyeing him downwards and upwards. "I'm not sleepy anymore." A grin began blooming on his face, which was infectious. "Then you'd wanna go outside again?" I sarcastically threatened, a fit of titters leaving his lips. "Oh right, what's file 2000?" I asked, leaning my head towards his direction. The joyous look on his face fell into evaporation, his body tensed and his mind disconnected for a few seconds, as if I had triggered something. "What?" I nudged him, he knitted his eyebrows into a frown, closing his eyes briefly and parting his lips as if he was about to speak. He opened his eyes, peering at the seat ahead of us. "When my mother died, I was at the age of 6. My father, he went mad. Since he was a scientist, he began generating what he remembered about her into an AI." He continued, his index finger was beneath his lower lip. "Like what?" I asked, immensed in his words. Sunwoo hummed, providing me with an answer shortly. "Like the way she'd respond to things, how her personality was, what he'd upload into the memory of the AI." He swiped his tongue along his lip, averting his gaze to me. "My father never had time for me, he was running from laboratory to laboratory. He even got people to help with droid design, he did it for two reasons. He was too attached to my mom, two, he thought I might grow to be mentally ill without her or something, I don't know what he thought." Sunwoo chortled at the last sentence, reminiscing his childhood. "After that, it was going well, the AI would greet me like my own mother from time to time when my father activated it on the display, but.." He continued, his arm wandering to my body, enclosing it. "But?" I raised an eyebrow, awaiting the next sentence after a long pause. "The file got corrupted, I don't know the exact details of what happened. The project had failed, after working on it for 10 years." His tone had hideous grief, to which my heart chattered. "The file was taken into two copies, one to the main core where all the droids are generated. Mainly because it was an important project. Two, my dad's laboratory, the file contained my mother's last memory, her AI and some videos from my childhood with her." Sunwoo finished the long story, biting his inner cheek. "I'm so sorry, Sunwoo." I offered my respect, Sunwoo laughed it off, gesturing with his hand that it's fine. "I'm sorry, but, how did your mother die?" I asked, fiddling with my fingers. Sunwoo hummed. "She fell very ill, and just like that." Sunwoo made a popping sound with his mouth at the end. He voice appeared monotonous as he talked about all of this, which caused me to grimace at him for a few seconds.

I sensed drowsiness engulfing my whole body, to which I yawned to. I implanted a kiss on Sunwoo's cheek tiredly, to which he immediately turned his head at. "I would've preferred it on the lips." He stated, shrugging. "Don't get too comfortable." I warned, my orbs shooting daggers at his figure.