A Miracle With A Heart

I was just a robot that was made by a smart and lonely scientist; you can say that his creation was… a miracle. But there's still something missing in me, one important thing that can't be made… it is something that they call a heart.

I was given the name Luka. My creator's name is Len. I didn't know why I was born… all I knew was that he created me. So I never had a reason to live until I finally knew that…

"I have to leave you…" my creator said about to go out of the lab.

"Okay. When shall you come back?" I asked, like I always did.

"Never," he rarely replied using that word. So I asked,

"What do you mean never?"

He gave me a weak smile and said, "It means that I will leave you forever…"

I didn't understand.

'Why does he have to leave me? Where will he be going? Will I be left… alone?'

As the robot that I am, and as he is my master, I had to respect his every decision, so I nodded and said, "Good Bye-"

The professor suddenly hugged me, making me pause.

"Don't say that. Even though we won't see each other again, this isn't good bye." I felt something wet run down my shoulders. I didn't know what they were so I asked,

"Seiryuu, what are these wet things? Are you melting!" I was worried that the doctor might be sick but he laughed, wiped the liquids off and explained,

"No, I'm not melting. It's just tears… I'm crying."

Again, I didn't know what that was so I asked,

"Crying? Tears? I'm sorry, but I don't have any data on that. What are they?"

The man sighed and said, "You'll understand soon."

I only tilt my head with confusion. The scientist left my side, opened the door and left without saying his goodbyes- I mean words, but I saw him smiling with those so called 'tears'.

10 years later, Len didn't return, just like he said. No one was with me, so I had to take care of myself; I was living on my own. I kept the place clean, hoping that Master might come back someday. While I was cleaning, I found a drawer containing a journal.

Is this the Professor's? Hmmm… Should I look? Or should I not look? No. I shouldn't. It's not right to look at things that aren't yours … right?

I was about to close the drawer but halfway through, but something got the best of me so I opened it up again, took the journal out and placed them on the floor.

Before reading them, I pledged, I, Luka, will keep all of the contents of this notebook all to myself. I'm sorry master, but curiosity got the best of me.

I got the journal and checked what was inside. The dates looked like it was from his childhood.I wonder why?

Why would he write about what he did everyday when they, humans, have this thing called memory? Is this like a new evolution for humans? I should keep this in my data…

I read the entries of my creator…