A/N: And another plot bunny hopped into my brain after listening to another trio of songs. So now I get another chance to write Rin and Len. Hopefully, I don't kill their character. Well, I have to, but hopefully they won't be too out of character. Anyway, see you at the bottom, I guess.

~UTOPIA~

Fifty years ago, the United Nations proposed the Humanity Revival Project after nukes took out six billion of the Earth's population. The details of the HRP were shocking to say the least.

"Humans are humans because of their soul," The leader of the UN proposed. His short blue hair framed his masculine face and his bright blue eyes shone with life. His deep voice carried far, capturing the ears of everyone around him. "We have found a way to transfer that into a body that doesn't decay or decompose."

"Impossible!" One of the other representatives stood up to their leader. "How are we to do that?"

At that time, no one really cared about the process. Ethics are just something that is added later on anyway.

The Humanity Revival Project soon took the world by storm. The remaining humans soon lined up without a care in the world. Anything to make them immortal. The procedure took your soul out of your body and put it into a robot likeness of yourself. But how did the scientists know where your soul was. Was it in your brain? In your heart?

No matter what, the remaining humans believed in this science. They all desired to have their own utopia where they never died, never got hungry, and never aged. Many thought it a wonderful idea. Even me and my love did at first. A body that did not feel pain or suffering was a dream come true for those of us that lived a life of suffering.

But isn't that what makes us human? What would we be if those feelings were taken away?

The fight you and me had over the procedure yesterday is still on your mind even as we walk up to the laboratory. The pain of me yelling at you and that hit still hurts, doesn't it? It shall all be alright. I promise you, tomorrow you will not remember a thing of it when you wake up.

They say they can erase any memory. So I'll have them erase the one that hurts you the most. Our new bodies are being prepared as we wait. The new body that will not feel pain of any kind. The body that will stay forever young and look like you forever.

I hear you talk to the scientist that is going to perform the operation in a few short hours, but I pay no attention. You look my way with your charming smile and lovely red locks.

When I open my eyes after our surgery, I want proof that we were together. Your hand grabbed mine and I beard your last words as we were taken away.

"We will still be lovers after the surgery, right?" You ask and I nod.

"Yeah, I will always love y..."

-UTOPIA-

My brand new eardrums pick up your voice, and it still sounds the same. As I reach out to grab your hand, I don't feel any warmth at all. "I wonder if something is broken." I ask myself aloud.

Looking up at you I realize you are not the woman I love. The woman I love does not look at all like me. The thing in front of me is not you.

I drop to my knees in front of the robot and cry out. "Please, give her back!"

Hurry...Hurry...

Hurry...

I can't remember what pain felt like anymore. What is "pain"? What is "suffering"?

Not even my tears would spill over. No matter how hard I screamed, how much I thought my eyes burned, nothing came out.

What is "tiredness"? What is "blushing"?

Why did I feel so cold? What is "cold"? What is "hot"?

What is "peace"? We were put in these bodies to stop war, right? Then why do I feel the need to start one?

What is "life"? Certainly not a existence without you, my love. I cannot imagine a life without you.

What is "living"? This is not living. This has to be limbo. Has to be. I can't imagine my utopia without you.

What is "love"? I thought I knew what it was. I thought we had it. I fear I may be wrong.

What am "I"?

"I" am a body that will never decompose. "I" will never die. "I" am the ideal human that will bring peace and end all the wars. "I" am the creator of a peaceful world without humans.

"I" have memories from back then, but are they all real, or fake? Memories are data, after all. And data can be tampered with. "I" wonder if you even existed at all.

"I" can never go back...

-UTOPIA, End-

AEN: Hello there. Welcome to the bottom. But Utopia is far from over. We still have two songs! Hehehe.

-pops confetti.- Well, what do you think? I was incredibly pleased with this. So short chapter is short. I fear I'm going to cut A Faint Wish into parts, or else it will be over 40k words long.

Anyway, Bis zum nächsten Mal.

~Aritsu Yojichi