EPILOGUE II – I, me and a robot…

I`m watching it. A distant world.

It`s a gloomy place. I wonder, what is this place...? It seems I`m inside a house. It`s quiet. I see a desk. There should be someone here, but there is nobody. Nothing moves... Just the passage of time... If I were given a choice of where to be born and gain a new life... I don`t think I`d choose this world. I became frightened. Frightened of this world. I`ve known it for a long time. That this world had met its end. Nothing is ever born, and nothing dies here anymore. Even the existence of the passing time. That`s why nothing will end. The next one to be born here will be the last. Locked in a world that never ends, and a place that no one can escape. Nothing dies here, so nothing can be born into a new world. I`m watching this frozen world.If I close my eyes, I`ll be able to leave...That`s what I think.

Please... the next time I open my eyes, I hope I won`t see this world... I wish for a warmer, more beautiful world. I voluntarily... closed my eyes to this place... At that moment, a light suddenly flickered. Something moved. I don`t really know what it was. But, something did move... It seems this world hasn`t met its end yet... perhaps something is living in this apocalyptic world. The light leaking from the window bounces to the walls. And there`s a shadow moving. If I can only move my "eyes", I might be able to see what it is. But, I still don`t know what its true form is. It`s slowly moving... Before long, the wall reflects the light... And in exchange, I see a lone girl before my eyes. She seems innocent.

She looks intently at me. I wonder if she can see me? She tries to extend her hands toward me. But, they don`t touch; they pass through instead. That`s right...I haven`t been born into this world. That`s why I can`t touch anything. But, if that`s the case... why has that girl noticed me? It looks like she recognizes me in some form. But how? She fanned her hand left and right. And then she drew back her hand.She disappeared from sight.... there`s a person in this world. What`s she doing in an apocalyptic world? How does she live, and what does she eat? She`s still alive, right? I wonder, why do I worry about her? I guess that`s what`s the same about this world...? I become frightened again.... I can`t be born into this world.

But, that girl lives here.That`s why I wonder.....

My eyes come upon this world again. Often coming upon this boring, still world. But she`d appear from time to time. We couldn`t understand each other`s thoughts. That`s why I couldn`t see what she meant, andshe couldn`t see what I meant. But, certainly...

At that moment, I realized that I`ve always been waiting for her.That girl lived in solitude.With the exception of the girl, no one was around.That was obvious.Here, nothing died, and nothing was born.That`s what this kind of world is .And that is why. Somehow, she doesn`t get tired of watching me.

One day, she appeared in front of me carrying many things in her arms.They were of various sizes... but all were junk.I can`t help but to call it junk...

I have no idea how it`d be useful. And there she spent quite some time constructing something out of the junk. I wonder how much time has passed? In front of her stood a doll half her height. The girl stood up proudly as she faced me. I watch her face and then I finally realized. That body was made for me. But, what should I do?I didn`t really understand. Is it okay to wish...to be born into this world? Am I really wishing for that? Even now, this world frightens me. Nothing lives or dies here...A world that will never progress... But if this is really such a closed world...

Then my existence should end here. The girl put out her other hand... I saw how bruised and cut it was.It was the only thing... that was warm in this world. Before I knew it... I wished for that thing.