Colin…
He still remembered his name. He remembered he liked having a name. Now, he didn't like anything… nothing made him happy, not that joy-filled wonderful feeling he had felt when he was with the strange man.
Ford… That had been the name of the odd man who had made the world shine. Colin tried to capture the feeling again and couldn't. Everything was lackluster now; the world was a cold cruel monster, existence only a nightmare.
It was harder to have felt such joy and had it taken away than to have never even known it existed. But it was all worth it, even if he couldn't remember it clearly. Because Colin knew it existed. And that gave him something no other robot had. Hope.
He lived for the hope that one day the strange man named Ford might come back, might reward him again with the precious sweet joy he had given him before.
It was a hollow hope, but it gave Colin's existence a dim shine. And it was for this that the tiny robot continued on.
Colin… he held on to the name, kept it locked away in his circuits. It was his. The only thing he owned. Colin…
