He barely looks up when I step through the door, and favors me with a nod. It's more than he
usually gives me, sadly enough...most times he won't bother giving me the time of day. I return
his nod, seating myself behind the master console. "Yoshiyuki-san." My voice can barely be made
out above the humming of the many persocons in the room below, but I know he hears me. He
grunts and looks up from his work. "Have we found anything else?" I persist, surprised at how
attentive he is. He drifts in and out of reality sometimes, it seems, but today he's especially
grounded. He glances back down at the screen, then meets my gaze again. "Nothing." I look at
my own screen out of habit, but like so many times before, it's blank. He continues. "I think
we've been running a false trail, Kirameku-chan. I haven't gotten anything in, and I've been
checking your console while you were attending to...other affairs." His lip curls in a sneer, and I
can't blame him. I'm the one who has to keep up our image. We're supposedly a happy young
couple who's really into persocons. But underneath the socially acceptable facade I maintain,
there's something darker. Something...that I can't quite explain. We've always been this way,
different from the populace around us. And now we're off chasing a wild hare, like we always do,
looking for more persocons to capture and study. Like I said...I'm the brains. I plot the course, I
spot the persocon. Yoshiyuki's the power, the one who swoops in for the kill, so to speak. I look
over at my screen again with a sigh, but it's cut short. "Yoshiyuki-san," I murmur, my eyes
lighting up with the thrill of the chase. "Look." I put my fingertip to the screen. An image has
appeared on my console. He leans over to look, and a hungry, predatory gleam comes into his
eyes. "Kirameku-chan. You're brilliant. I'm not even going to ask what you had to set up to get
this tracking device." The image blinks away, only to be immediately replaced by another. And
another. The whirring of the persocons increases as the image switching speeds up into real-time
motion. We finally have found what we've been searching for. A supposed legend is right here on
my monitor.
"Chobits," we whisper at the exact same time.
usually gives me, sadly enough...most times he won't bother giving me the time of day. I return
his nod, seating myself behind the master console. "Yoshiyuki-san." My voice can barely be made
out above the humming of the many persocons in the room below, but I know he hears me. He
grunts and looks up from his work. "Have we found anything else?" I persist, surprised at how
attentive he is. He drifts in and out of reality sometimes, it seems, but today he's especially
grounded. He glances back down at the screen, then meets my gaze again. "Nothing." I look at
my own screen out of habit, but like so many times before, it's blank. He continues. "I think
we've been running a false trail, Kirameku-chan. I haven't gotten anything in, and I've been
checking your console while you were attending to...other affairs." His lip curls in a sneer, and I
can't blame him. I'm the one who has to keep up our image. We're supposedly a happy young
couple who's really into persocons. But underneath the socially acceptable facade I maintain,
there's something darker. Something...that I can't quite explain. We've always been this way,
different from the populace around us. And now we're off chasing a wild hare, like we always do,
looking for more persocons to capture and study. Like I said...I'm the brains. I plot the course, I
spot the persocon. Yoshiyuki's the power, the one who swoops in for the kill, so to speak. I look
over at my screen again with a sigh, but it's cut short. "Yoshiyuki-san," I murmur, my eyes
lighting up with the thrill of the chase. "Look." I put my fingertip to the screen. An image has
appeared on my console. He leans over to look, and a hungry, predatory gleam comes into his
eyes. "Kirameku-chan. You're brilliant. I'm not even going to ask what you had to set up to get
this tracking device." The image blinks away, only to be immediately replaced by another. And
another. The whirring of the persocons increases as the image switching speeds up into real-time
motion. We finally have found what we've been searching for. A supposed legend is right here on
my monitor.
"Chobits," we whisper at the exact same time.