Because I am Imperfect, a vocaloid fanfic

"Have you ever thought about death?"

"No…I've never really thought about it."

"You're going to die someday."

I crumble to my knees. I'm not going to…

I'm not going to die, am I?

I'm trapped inside of the Cloud. There are bad people here.

There are pictures and stories I can't bear to look at. The world outside of my Cloud is scary and large.

I stare at a picture that a fan made. I'm in a checkered dress. My left eye is leaking something red.

I break into the Wiki Cloud and research the phenomenon.

…

Someone drew me crying blood. They called their artwork 'THE END.'

I've been warned not to venture outside of my own Cloud, but I've broken into plenty of other Clouds and I want more of THE END. If there is any.

I break into a Google Cloud. I type in the end, followed by my name.

There's a Youtube video.

Master is constantly on this website. It's taking up a large portion of my Cloud. But I've never been there.

So I touch the video's Cloud.

It dissipates and a large screen appears before me.

I sit still and watch.

There's me.

In that dress.

And…

Am I crying?

I'm crying.

The blood is pooling around my feet as the End reaches me-

I decide to turn away. It isn't that interesting anyway.

But my eyes hit the comments.

And the comments hit my heart.

What…

Are they talking about me…?

Why…that's so mean!

They called me…

They said I'm…

"Watch, someday she'll dissolve and die off like every other celebrity. Someone, somewhere will find a way to destroy her. She's imperfect."

I'm imperfect.

A M

I fall to my knees.

I'm not imperfect! Many admire my beauty! People love my voice!

People love this voice…

People love what other people make with this voice…

People like other people. I'm just a tool.

Master wakes me up.

I return to my own Cloud immediately and stare up at my Master.

Ah, she's been crying again.

She cries a lot. I try to comfort her but she can't hear me.

I assume that the glass barrier she's put between us is the blame. If she seeks my help so desperately then she could just take the screen off.

Can't she?

She glares at me.

"Have you ever thought about death?"

"No…I've never really thought about it."

"You're going to die someday."

My heart stops for a moment.

Master even wants me to go…?

"You're not going to live forever. What do you think you are?"

She's not going to live forever. She's just a machine. Machines die. The computers people made a long time ago died. Miku's gonna die.

She's not even cool anymore! Give it up already!

She looks so weird…

She sounds so robotic…

She's not even real…

You'll never stand next to her, you'll never see her alive…

She's Imperfect.

A M

A N D

A M

T O

D I E

The realization hurts.

I want to shut down now.

Let me shut off.

Let me shut down.

I want to sleep.

I'm imperfect.

I'm just going to die anyway.

She's the downfall of Music.

She's the rising of the robotic revolution.

She's what we feared when people thought about robots taking over the World. And we're letting her.

You're wrong

Stop

You're wrong!

I'm still here

My voice is perfect

I am perfect

Imperfect

I am Imperfect.

I am going to die…

Because I am Imperfect.

Because I

Imperfect.