Author's Comments: Okay sooooooooo, this has nothing to do with anything and it wasn't planned at all so don't hate me.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gorillaz. Damon Albarn and Jamie Hewlett do.

To Be Alive

It bothered him; how unresponsive and cold she was. How she just sat there without making at suggestions of being there. She just watched and observed with that blank stare that sent shivers up his spine. Even watching she didn't so because she wasn't real, she wasn't alive; she couldn't do anything.

Sure she could move and blink and react but it was synthetic, like playing chess against a computer. Sure she did things and made things and knew thing but they were already known to her, like some psychic or something.

All he knew was that she wasn't real and therefore she was an it. She couldn't be a girl, couldn't be a she, couldn't have a gender. Its didn't have genders; even if they were referring to her in French. He'd never understood French.

So as he sat there being watched by it, she, no, it; he vaguely wondered if an it could feel. He couldn't ask because she couldn't speak because she couldn't breathe because she wasn't alive. It would probably never speak; maybe like a computer but it wouldn't speak. Speech has feeling and emotion and tempo, rhythm, pitch and meaning. She, it, would never be able to speak to him; ever.

He wasn't looking at her but he could feel her, it, her, no, it; looking at him. No, it was merely recording because it couldn't see. Something alive could see because they had eyes but she couldn't see because she had two cameras and sensors for eyes. All those did were record and pick up in order for it to do its programmed job. She probably didn't even know what he was; probably used motion sensors or something.

Still, it mimicked life well enough to be considered alive. It looked alive and acted alive. If it wasn't so synthetic looking when it just sat there he could think of it as she; he could think of it as living. He could call it her if he got fuzzy enough.

Something in him made him wonder if he touched her fingers if there would be any warmth. If he could feel blood pulsing under skin and small lifts and falls as her heart beat. Its didn't have hearts or blood but she didn't look like an it so maybe she was more than an it. He doubted it; she, it, was too cold to have blood.

It bothered him how unresponsive and cold she was. How she just sat there without making any suggestions of being there. She just watched and observed with that blank stare that sent shivers up his spine.

Yet, it didn't bother him as much as one other thing.

That she looked so alive and fresh and living.

It bothered him that it looked so much like the real girl.

So, how was that?

It was just a one page thing I wrote before class started in like fifteen minutes. It wasn't even supposed to be about 2D and Android Noodle but once I re-read it, it was kinda obvious and I felt stupid for not noticing.

Do you guys hate it? I'd feel bad if you did.

Anah~