Obsidian Fate
By SMYGO4EVA
Human and artificial beings can coexist in the fragile marble known as Earth, but you can't tell the difference if one is good or one is evil. One would think that the artificial beings, simply known as robots, would be the obvious evil, but that's not true. Humans can do evil also, such as hating its own kind and having kept oneself in illusions of a state of well-being. Or, in a simple way, you can just say nothing. Nothing at all, even to your loved ones. Especially to your loved ones, feelings would be left unsaid.
Blackest of souls and twisted as no other, two artificial beings manage to say nothing after all this time. Two persocoms, robots created for pure entertainment in society, have endured the torturous reminders of their existence when it was just standing there in front of them. Stoic as they are, they can't break the barrier that holds them together because it would cause the end of their existence. And we wouldn't want that to happen, now would we?
Words left unsaid would only hurt them even more; it would sting and burn likewise to a spider's poisonous fangs, dripping with the liquid that would be the death of them. Black and only black; bitter as the silent words had left them. Bitter as the obsidian fate that would overwhelm them very soon.