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(Rose's P.O.V.)~
I'm never going to back to the person of whom I was before back then, while I was working for Martin and by myself. If I did then I would've already start to regret it. I regret everything that I have ever done back then, even those of whom I hurt as well. As a robot, I will never slowly die so old like a human being. This story of my own is a dark one. But I won't reveal too much in this prologue, if I did then, there would be no story, just spoiler alerts. I need to find an old friend of mine to free me of myself, what I mean by that is meaning to never exist any more in this world of whom I was before as a killer recombined robot machine. Not many killer robots get their own wishes granted, but hopefully my wish will last forever...
If I can find my friend, then that person can delete my own memories. Mostly, Veronica never got the chances to defeat Jargonot, William, or their team. I only stayed away, because I don't want to do this any more than I already did. It's a shame that I will have cease my existence, and give my robot body to that person for something else that will make me a good robot.
Martin would feel the same way as my own parents that I was adopted to live with as a family and a slave. If only I could kick Martin's butt like Jargonot does with his team, and then I would be much happier than ever. Finding my old friend is not going to be an easy task. Not by a long shot. It's going to be like another needle in a haystack.
Anyway, I wonder if I'll be able to say goodbye to Allie and Hannah, and thank them for the adventures that I had with them, before I had betray both of them, Jargonot and his team. I only helped them twice before I had to leave, and never come back. If I came back, then it would be more slavery work for Martin. It's not everyday that I get live with myself as a human lady. If I do want to find my old friend, then that person has got to be somewhere living in Chicago city on 6th avenue road, near Starbucks. That will be a good place to check out, before something happens to that guy and it would then be too late like always.
I want to make it look like that I never existed, if I did that then I could have my own normal life again. I would still be myself, but I would be somebody else, if you know what I mean. Like my memories would be erased, and then I would work somewhere to be a normal human being, or to be a normal robot. I wonder how that would work out while I track my old friend who lives in Chicago city, that was the last time that I spotted him or her, if I can remember what he or she looks like. Hopefully, that is still a good place to start on my long journey, even if I was too fast, or too slow on this road to my new destination.
END OF PROLOGUE.
