disclaimer: i do not in any way, shape, or form own the Chobits series. but i'd love it if i did.
Mmmph,
He was just sitting there, doing work on the computer like every other night. But the blipping and the clicking was closing in on him, making him cringe with every closed window, every typed letter.
He threw down his glasses and rolled his chair away from the desk. Crisp night air rolled in through the open window and held its head high with a pride and a banner that announced the grandeur of stars, cloud and moon. A smile touched his parched lips. He felt the dry skin stretching and winced.
knock
Come
in.
She wheeled in the cart with tea trays, a pot, and a few cups with spoons and honey. Her smile was as much her trade mark as her long braided hair yet when her eyes lighted upon his face her smile warmed and widened.
Bending over, she filled his cup
with tea, two spoons of honey as always.
Here you go,
Master. she beamed at him in her robotic tones.
He smiled and muttered his thanks. Sipping the warm liquid, he decided that his work was done for the night and that sleep would be a welcome companion in his bed.
Anything else, Minoru? she inquired, curls of ebony falling in front of her face as she tilted her head to the side.
Mmm, no that will be all, thank you. he said, smiling into his tea and a thought behind his eyes that she couldn't decode.
'Humans are not made of ones and zeroes, Yuzuki. He told you that.' she reminded to her self.
She bowed low and then excused her self, wheeling out the cart before her.
She retired to her room at eleven that night, and woke again at three am to find him face down on the desk, pistol in hand and her picture-no, a picture of his sister and her self side by side… two of the same, and different-clutched deftly to his chest, regret scrawled on his face by the tears still wet on his cheeks.
bzzzt
and another story phased out of the ever larger, never ending tale that all began with a question;
can a human love a machine?
well? disappointed? yeah. sorry.