Campaign

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Kim Seokjin was driving towards the campaign, his creation sitting in the passenger seat. It was scary how realistic Seokjin made Yoongi look, how emotional and likeable he made him. "When we get there, I want you to stay quiet and not talk to anyone. I get there is a lot of people, but you are a robot for the campaign." Yoongi turned his head, tilting it to the side. "Why can't I talk to homosapiens? Isn't that what you created me for?" Seokjin parked, fixing his collar and his tie, getting out of the car and pulling Yoongi out gently, standing him up and dusting him off. Fixing his shirt and hair. "Creator, I am just fine. You have a.. 95% chance of winning the campaign."

"I do?"

Yoongi blinked, staring at Seokjin. "Of course. Would a robot ever lie to you, Mr. Kim?" Seokjin hummed softly, shrugging. "Some do. You won't ever lie to me, right?" Yoongi moved his head from side to side as if he was shaking his head no. "Good. Because if you did God knows what I would do to you. Let's go." Seokjin walked with his robot into the campaign, sighing quietly. "What is wrong, creator?" He looked at Yoongi, staring down at him. He shook his head, looking forwards and getting backstage. Fixing Yoongi up and himself, putting the finishing touch on his creation. A necklace and some sunglasses to sit on his head. He fixed his own jacket, clearing his throat. "Creator."

"Yes?"

"My scanner senses you are stressed. Are you stressed?"

Seokjin looked at Yoongi, sighing softly. "This whole campaign has me all worked up. Am I going to win? Am I not? I mean you told me 95% I could.. But that 5% I could lose. If I lose.. I lose my home. Everything. We would be living on- I would be living on the streets. I would have to try and sell you. Or auction you out." Yoongi looked around, seeing someone talking to the director in the seat, walking over to them. "Hello." He said, his lips curving into a smile. The director looked at Yoongi. "Who are you?"

"I am a creation of Seokjin Kim. I would like for him to win. If he does not win, he will lose his home." Yoongi stared at the director. "We would have to see, there are other robots to be judged, you know." He went closer to the director, his pupils glowing red. "Kim Seokjin will win. Let him win. Or there will be consequences." The director shook his head. "I'm sorry, but those are the rules. I'll-" Yoongis hand wrapped around the directors neck, lifting him onto his feet. Staring up at him. "Let my creator win."

"O-okay, okay! Just let me down, please!" Yoongi let him down, bowing and walking off to his creator. "Yoongi! There you are, where did you go?"

"Don't worry, creator. I was just talking with someone."

Seokjin sighed, fixing Yoongis outfit. "I don't need you running off again. I just need you for the campaign and then after we're done, I can make more robots just like you. Like-minded like you."

"Like-minded? Are you sure, creator? Not everyone can be as smart as you." Seokjin gained confidence after what Yoongi had said, smiling his heart out. "How smart am I, Yoongi?" Yoongi looked at his creator, then forwards. "Creator, your ego is showing."

"Shit."

"Ha, ha." Yoongi turned his robotic lips into a smile, looking around and scanning the area. "You now have a 89% chance of winning the campaign." Seokjin sighed softly, his confidence down. "Doesn't matter. It's still some chances." He fixed his tie and walked to his exhibit, setting Yoongi at his chair. "Just be quiet, okay?"

"Yes, creator."

Someone walked up to Seokjins exhibit, smiling and waving. "Hello, and what do we have here?" Seokjin looked at the person, then at Yoongi. "This is my creation, Kim Yoongi. He is a prototype of what I believe will be the future of robots. He can read emotions, display emotions, tell your future and read. He can also write. Download any song. Play games with you, also." Yoongi looked at the person, blinking. "Go ahead."

Yoongi scanned the person, his eyes going red then normal. "Future: Singer. Percentage of potential: 90 Percent. Go live your dream." The person widened their eyes, smiling and writing down on their clipboard. "What emotions can he display?"

"Any emotion. Happy, sad, mad, anything." Yoongi displayed each emotion of what Seokjin said, then stood up and looked over at Seokjin. The person and Seokjin both looked at Yoongi. Seokjin sat Yoongi down and chuckled, "He has some.. Weird actions. I do still need to fix him in some spots. It's not perfect." The person wrote something on their clipboard. Yoongi looked at the person and scanned them. "Kim Taehyung. Born 1995. Born in Daegu, South Korea. Career: Scientist and researcher."

"Wow. He is pretty good. I'll see you later, Mister.."

"Oh! I'm Kim Seokjin."

"Kim Seokjin. I'll see you at the results."

Seokjin bowed and smiled, watching Taehyung walk off. He looked at his creation, continuing to smile. Yoongi looked at Seokjin, his robotic face plastering the happy emotion. "Are you happy, creator?'

"Yes, I am."

"You now have a..97 percent chance of winning this campaign." Seokjin smiled more, looking forwards. "Thank you, Yoongi." Yoongi looked at Seokjin then forwards at the campaign, looking around to see other robots sitting there. "Creator."

"Yes?"

"What happens when people die?"

Seokjin looked down at Yoongi, seeing it was odd for him to ask that. "Well.. Some people say they go to heaven. Some people say they roam around.. Their spirits."

"Spirits?"

"You ask a lot of questions, my creation."

"I'm a spirit, creator." Yoongi turned to Seokjin, staring up at him. Seokjin stared down at Yoongi. "What do you mean?"

"I'm a spirit inside of a robot body, aren't I?" Yoongi stood up, staring up at Seokjin. "Seokjin." He said in a humanlike voice. His robot voice.. Gone. His whole robot demeanor, gone.. It was like, someone.. Was possessing Yoongi. "Worldwide Handsome."

"W-what?" Seokjin said, looking around. No one was looking, thank god. He looked back to Yoongi, squinting his eyes. "Seokjin. Let me free, please."

"I don't.. I don't understand."

"Set me free, Hyung. I know you want to." Yoongi looked around, his body returning to normal, his robotic body. "Now entering - destructive mode." Seokjins eyebrows furrowed. He ran after Yoongi when he walked off, still confused and shocked. What did Yoongi mean?

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