Life, what does it mean? Is it just a limited experience that they gave to a human?
Why do humans keep clinging to life but loath to it at the same time? Is it just an excuse to say that they hate living for not having a life the way they wanted? Or is it that it is the only thing they can do with it?
These are the few questions my mind keeps thinking of. No matter what it is, it all ended up with the topic "life".
We all have different perceptions of how we view it. As for me, I don't really understand life other than it just being like a straight line - A long line without any point or just a short line with one, that is if you are lucky enough to find meaning in life in such a short time. Nevertheless, life is still a life with or without any point, may it be a long line or a short one.
On the other hand, I, who somewhat experience similar to what you call life, am one of those who are experiencing a long line. Though I highly doubt that I'll find a point in "life" if I were in the short line - Being brought up in this world for a specific purpose, not with freedom - Freedom to think nor freedom to act on my own.
Experiencing life must be a difficult thing to do.
Or maybe not.
Who can tell?
This is your chance to witness the point of view of mere metal scrap gifted with consciousness and how it will perceive the world it ended up existing in. A chance to experience emotions for someone who doesn't have one. Or perhaps to enlighten your self-thoughts about "life" itself.
This is the story of a mere machine who happens to be given the privilege to experience "life", artificial at the least.
A story of someone who doesn't have the only thing that makes up a human - "Emotions", but still strives to find what being human truly is.
