We are uncaring.
As impassive as the winds.
We feel nothing.
Not pain.
Or pleasure.
Not hate.
Or love.
Not loneliness.
Or the feeling of completeness.
We are mechanisms for orders.
The perfect killing machines.
Better than humans.
Better than vampires.
Better because we do not feel anything.
The only things we have in this life...
Orders.
I need no one.
But it is understandable...
As I have no one.
I am an android.
And I am nothing more, because...
Androids do not cry.
But if I had a choice I would want...
To feel.
At least one time.
In one moment.
The simple joys of being human.
Perhaps then I will understand.
What makes a man throw away a mission for a woman.
Or what comes from a woman's eyes when she witnesses death.
Even a child, a young one who knows loneliness...
Perhaps, then, so will I.