'Shizuo is gone now… He and Izaya were inseparable, but there is an empty space where he used to be. Izaya could no longer smile, sleep, eat, smile, listen, and cry.'
A robot sat in front of a coffin, it held a body of a loved one and it understood that. Its old owner sat in the living room staring at a rubix cube. He whispered the robots name with sadness in his voice.
"Psychedelic… Help me please… This isn't a task I can do myself." The old man looked up at the robot walking into the room. "If you agree you will take on a face, you will become human so that you can save the child."
The robot nodded its head knowingly ready to take on its part as it should be. Days passed and the robot became "human".
'And so I became a human…'