And it's Day 4 and still just a few reviewers. I need more reviewers! Anyway, I'm going through a lot of stress right now and this is the only way I can alleviate my problems. Well, sorta the only way. I always have my pencil and paper handy. Yup yup! I draw too! Just... I don't know how to do it professionally, you know what I mean. Anyway, here's chapter 4 to my story. Enjoy!

Day 4: Emerge

"What happened, big bro?"

"I couldn't give Dad his Gae Bolg, Reno."

"So, what are you going to do now?"

"I'll try sneaking in after dinner and hopefully there'll still be some hunters in line."

"Why? What'll happen if there's no more hunters?"

"Then Mom and Dad will have problems doing whatever they're doing, Ness."

"Why not just give it to the guard at the gate, Roland?"

"Whaaa! Don't do that!"

"How long have you been standing there, Ken?"

"I came in at 'So, what are you going to do now?'"

"Ugh… I was hoping you wouldn't come, but knowing you, you'll probably slip up anyway.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

I woke up, surprisingly, without Dr. Montague to bother me. It's a good thing Elenor taught me how to set an alarm before I slept. Basically, I can program myself to do almost anything just by sending the thought patterns through my CPU. Then again, there are things I cannot do yet. I either have to program it in me or learn it myself. However, I prefer to learn the skill rather than being programmed. I just can't stomach the thought of having that long jack injected into my spine.

Unfortunately, I set my alarm too early and woke up before Elenor or Dr. Montague did. I guess I can stick around to see what time they wake up. I opened up the schedule program that's installed in my head and checked the time. WHAT? It's not even sunup yet! I should've paid more attention to Elenor when she was explaining the steps. I was so focused on what I'm going to do the next day that I spaced out once in a while. I looked at Elenor. She just stood there in sleep mode. She looks so cute. Just being with her sends a smile to my face.

Since I'm already awake, I quietly left the room and continued to clean the armory.

"Ugh… this will take forever," I said to myself after about an hour of cleaning the untidy room, "I wonder what mission they failed to accomplish."

"What did you say?" Apparently, Elenor dropped in on my conversation with myself.

"Uh—uh… nothing!" I responded nervously. She just came out of nowhere and I didn't know how to respond.

"We are going out again."

"This early in the morning?"

"Yes," she sighed, "It is a pain, but the mission is extremely important to us. We will give you the details later, but for now—,"

"Yeah… clean…"

"I am sorry," she said sympathetically.

"No, no. It's okay. Um… doesn't the doctor need to eat or something?"

"Do not worry. We will grab something on the way out. I need to hurry. I will talk to you later."

"But… bye…."

Why can't I help them? I'm ready! I can handle anything. Then again, I haven't learned much yet. I'm just lucky that I'm living with them. I might as well repay them by helping them with their missions. But, what if I'm not good enough to be in their team and end up cleaning all my life? And considering that I'm an android, I'll take on the trash heap any day. No! I can't think that way! Of course, I'll be in their team! Work my hardest and don't slack off. That's all to it. I'll show them! I'll be the strongest hunter out there, and no one can mess with me. I've made up my mind and that's that. "Mmm-hmm! Nothing will get in my way!" I unintentionally put my hand on my chest again then I remember what I am doing, sighed, and continued cleaning.

By around noon, I finished the room. All the weapons, armors, frames, shields, and barriers are in their places. I moved on to the next, which is Dr. Montague's bedroom. I entered and held my breath as I turned on the light. This room isn't very big, but it's still as equally interesting as the others. Before I released the bots, I explored the room a little. He has a bed on the far back left corner, a closet across from it, other miscellaneous, interesting stuff strewn here and there, and next to the bed is a desk with a computer and a picture of a young Dr. Montague and a girl with pink hair. I paid no further attention to the picture and resumed cleaning. If I want to train soon, I have to work fast. I walked over to the button that releases the bots of doom. Luckily, they behaved better than the ones in the rooms I've visited so far.

I darted room to room and finally finished yesterday's task. The rest of the bots work like the ones in Dr. Montague's, so my job finished a little quicker. "Finally! I'm done! Now what?" I paced back and forth inside Elenor's room. "What to do, what to do. What can I do now that I'm done? Oh! I can look at the other rooms."

I began my exploration. Across from her room is the music room. I entered and again, huge room full of what's supposed to be in it. There are musical instruments of every kind; nice, clean, and organized. I walked around and looked. I'm too scared to touch any of them. What if I dropped them? And who uses this? Again, is it a collection or are these actually used? I left the room and headed for the next one.

The sign on the door read MAG room. What's a MAG? It has a password lock too. I tried the password Elenor gave me and it opened. I expect this room to be just as amazing as the other rooms. I entered and I'm right, but this one is different. It's a big room… or… at least I think it is. It has a big tree in the center surrounded by grass. Bushes and all types of flowers are scattered everywhere. Above is a glass ceiling… or what seemed to be a glass ceiling. I wonder why this is a MAG room. I shut the door behind me and walked towards the tree. I was almost there when I heard a rustle in one of the bushes. Where? I couldn't tell. I start to feel uneasy. What on Pioneer 2 is in here? I heard another rustle, this time, in the leaves above me. I looked up then something fell on my face, causing me to fall flat on my back. I popped into my fighting stance, ready to rumble, but saw what fell on me. It's a small, spaceship-looking bot. Could this be a MAG? It looked hurt so I picked it up. It seems harmless. It perked up when I held it in my arms. It hopped out then started to hover around me. Then, someone laughed.

"What? Who's there?" I said in panic. I spun around tensely to see who it is.

"Just me and my friends," replied the voice.

"Where are you?"

"In front of you, silly," the little bot said.

"You?"

"Yup! It's me! Will you be my friend?"

"Oh. S—sure. So, where… are… your friends?" I nervously asked.

"Oh. Hold on. OKAY, EVERYBODY! THIS GUY'S HARMLESS!"

Harmless?

Then, more little bots of all kinds of shapes and sizes popped out of their hiding places. This overwhelmed me. I just hope these little guys don't decide to end up like those evil cleaning bots. At least I could talk to whatever these guys are.

"So, what are you and where are we?"

"We are MAGs and this is where we are kept when we are separated from our masters for any reason like if our masters disowned us, or if our masters died. We are given to hunters as an added protection, but we don't just go with anyone. I'm really surprised you can understand what I'm saying."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Only a few can speak to us. Elenor is one of them."

"You guys know Elenor?"

"Yeah. I mean, seriously, we live in her house."

"Oh yeah…."

"She comes here sometimes and plays with us. We have lots of fun. But, there are times when we don't have fun."

"Really? How?"

"She comes here and talks to us about how her day is and sometimes she says things that don't make us very happy."

"Like what?"

"She talks about how she lonely she feels and the sad missions she go through."

"Lonely?"

"Yeah. She's looking for someone she can look up to, someone she can talk to about her problems and have lots of fun with. Someone who cares for her a lot."

"I hope she finds that someone."

"She had someone for a while, but that person left her for some reason. We all feel sorry for her so this is why we want her to open up to us. Lately, she's been avoiding us, but we want her to feel good about herself."

"Feel good about herself?"

"She felt that the reason why the person left her is because of her. We told her a lot of times that it isn't her fault. We want someone to help her with her problems. So, do you think you have a chance?"

"Eh… What do you mean?"

"You look like a good candidate, too."

The others started to giggle.

"Uh… okay. I get where this is going. What about the missions?"

"We love the happy missions because it makes us feel good, but the sad ones make us all feel bad. There's this one time when Elenor and Dr. Montague escorted a little girl to find her missing butler. They ran around Ragol looking for him, but in the end, they found a letter from him saying that he won't be alive anymore and not to look for him anymore. We felt very sad." All the other MAGs made a sign of agreement from nods to audible uh-huhs.

"Wow… I feel sorry for what they go through. I bet it's hard for other hunters to go through that. It just makes me feel like I don't want to be a hunter. However, I did make a promise to myself."

"A promise?"

"Yeah! That I'll be the best hunter out there."

"Oh. You're very determined. Just like Elenor!"

"What has she told you guys lately?"

"Yesterday, she said one time that they woke someone from a very serious condition and that that someone is funny and scary at the same time."

"Really? Did she say anything else?"

"She said that the day they woke him, he made her upset very much. She likes him, but he made her sad."

Close to a whisper I said, "I feel terribly sorry for doing that to her. I'd do anything to get her to like me again. Neh? What did I just say?"

"You said, 'I felt sorry for doing that to her—'"

"I really said that?

"Mmm-hmm!"

"Uh… Don't tell her what I said, please!"

"Okay. We won't… mmm… under one condition."

"What now?" I seriously didn't like the sound of that.

"You have to tag all 142 of us in two hours." Damn it! Not again… Why me?

"But—"

"We're going to start…"

"No—"

"Right…"

"Just—"

"About…"

"Oh, fine but I—"

"NOW!" After that, all the MAGs scattered all over the place. Apparently, I'm stuck in a game of tag.

I chased and chased all the MAGs. The ones I've tagged hovered gloomily to the tree and waited there. But, they cheered up by misguiding me to some "hiding places" for kicks. After being tricked a couple of times, I learned not to listen to them. I can't afford any time to slip away. I am determined to tag all of them within the time limit and keep my secret safe. Then again, these little rascals will be blackmailing me. At least the MAGs play by the rules and don't stray off from their "jail," is what they call it.

"AHA! That's 68!"

"Oh…" another MAG hovered to the jail sadly.

"Ha ha ha! Can't catch me!" shouted the MAG I talked to.

"Oh I'll get you!" I tried to catch it, but it hovers way too fast, faster than its other buddies. I gave up chasing after it and ran after the others. I have to admit, I am having fun.

"Oh… what's wrong? Giving up? Am I too fast for you?"

"Grrr! I'll get you soon!" I retorted as I tagged the 90th.

"Oh! You better hurry! You have 58 minutes and 36.7 seconds left and counting."

"What? You can't be serious."

"Mmm-hmm! You better go catch us faster!"

I ran after the remaining 51 and managed to tag them all, except for the fast MAG. According to it, I have 30 minutes left.

"Ooh! Big blue is tired," the fast one taunted. The others started to laugh, the sound hitting me like a sonic boom.

"Stop… making… fun… of me," I panted. Why am I so determined to keep them from telling Elenor that I care a lot for her? I want to tell her from the beginning, but why haven't I got around to telling her? Just when I was about to give up, the fast one got cocky.

"Hey, big blue! I'll make it easy on you," it taunted again. "I'll give you an extra 15 minutes to catch me. Hee hee!"

"Fine! Anything for me to win."

"Hee hee… hurry, big blue." I ran after it and it hovered backwards quickly. "Ooh! Running out of energy?" I tried again and it moved to the right. "Ooh! So close." I kept at it for another 30 minutes and tried to see if there is a pattern. Nope… Nothing! It's true! They do make these robots with emotion and a mind of their own. I'll never catch this little guy. Unless…

"Oh fine! You win! I give up," I shouted.

"What? You… eh…?"

"You heard me. I give up."

"You're kidding! Stop messing around. I'm not done with you yet!"

"Nope! I'm not kidding. I give up. You're just too quick for me."

"What? Just like that? I was expecting you to put up a little fight," it said as it inched towards me, but cautiously.

"I'm beat. I think I'll just rest right here," I said as I fell on my back. I saw it flinch when I did so. I'm just waiting for the right moment. I faked the sleep mode and it hovered towards me. It bumped me a couple of times to see if I was awake. Now was my time. "HAH!" And, I tagged it.

"Agh! What? I thought you said you were done!"

"Hee hee! I knew that I couldn't get you at this rate. For one, I'm tired and I will never catch you as long as I remain operational."

"So, you tricked me?"

"Yup! I knew I couldn't catch you with speed, so I decided to use my head. Now, you're number 142."

"Hee hee! I found you!" it shouted happily as it hovered up and down joyfully.

"Eck… What do you mean?" I asked with confusion.

"I was looking for the hunter who is smart enough to catch me. Until now, I haven't been very successful. But now, I'm so glad!"

"So, pretty much, this is a test?"

"Yup! But you know, the agreement was two hours."

"…But you said 15 more minutes."

"I did that because I thought you had the potential to pass my test and I was afraid you'll leave as soon as the game was over."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I waited so long for this. Finally, I can end my search." I couldn't help notice that it went from childish to mature. There's more to this MAG than meets the eye.

"Search for what?"

"The search for the one who is compatible with me."

"For what?" I skeptically asked. What could this MAG do that's so useful?

"Combat."

"Combat?"

"Yup!"

"But, what can you do?"

"I don't know just yet. That's why I need to find the one for me."

"Are the others like this too?"

"Yes. But, they have different tests. It just happens that you passed mine."

"I see. What do we need to do to find out what you can do?"

"We have to be at least 100 synchronized with one another. From then, we can unlock our true potentials."

"Our true potentials…"

"Draco! There you are! Hey Bana! We are back!" It's Elenor. All the MAGs rushed to greet her. They really like her a lot. "I see you have met my friend, Bana."

"Bana?"

"It's the MAG that was next to you."

"Hey, Elenor!" a MAG called out.

"Tell us a story," said another.

"Please!"

"I am sorry," she replied, "but I cannot stay for a long time." They all sadly backed down. "I will tell you one the next time I come by." Then, she turned to me, "So what have you been doing when we were gone?"

I stuttered, "Uh—uh—I… er… was—"

"'We were playing tag,' is what he's trying to say," Bana covered up.

"Yeah! That's what we did! We… played tag together and Bana is a tough player."

"Hee hee… he caught me in the end."

"What?" she shouted in shock, "Really? So he passed your test?"

"Yup! With flying colors!"

"Wow, Draco! You are lucky!" she cheered. All the other MAGs joined in too. "I cannot believe this! I have to tell Dr. Montague right away. Oh! And come with me, of course. You too, Bana."

"Okay!" we both replied simultaneously. I can tell my adventures ahead are going to be interesting. Is being synchronized hard?

We quickly walked down the hallway to Dr. Montague's office. What is up? Are MAGs that important? I'll figure it out when we get there. And what's so special with Bana? I know it gets to be my partner, but what's behind it? I remembered what Bana said about the MAGs' masters. We are MAGs and this is where we are kept when we are separated from our masters for any reason like if our masters disowned us, or if our masters died. What happened to Bana's master? I watched it as we follow Elenor to Dr. Montague's office. It remained happy and carefree, but it could be hiding the sorrow deep inside somewhere. I feel a bit melancholy just thinking about it. Then again, do I have a history?

We arrived at Doc's office.

"Doctor! I have good news!" Elenor said gleefully.

"What? Did you find her?" he replied. What did he mean by "her"?

"No, not yet."

"Ugh… then what is it, Elenor?"

"Remember, we were going to take Draco down to the MAG room to see which MAG he's compatible with?"

"Yes, I remember."

"Draco managed to take care of that for us while we were away."

"Oh really? Who is it?"

"Bana."

"Bana?"

"Yes! It is wonderful."

"Indeed it is. It's fortunate that this MAG chose you over the many others who came down here."

"What's so special about Bana?" I asked. I glanced over to Bana and it looked as if it's glaring at me. How I can tell? I don't know. Maybe it's giving out a certain signature that's telling me that motion. If that's the case, then can androids cry? Elenor…

"Bana is not any ordinary MAG," Elenor began. She looked at Bana sadly and Bana responded with a grave nod. "This MAG is custom-made and raised by one of the famous hunters in history. Many years have gone by since Bana's master passed away, from what we assumed. We found Bana distraught and severely damaged. He wandered around the Ragolian forest mindlessly, as if in a trance. I managed to make him open up his feelings with us. I grew sympathetic and cheered him up. Finally, I convinced him to come with us and repaired him. That is when we decided to make the MAG room. Everything in there is similar to the simulation room, but it is only programmed to create a utopia for the MAGs. For a while, it was not that spacious and the huge tree you saw there was not part of the original program. It was Dr. Montague's idea to implant it. It is the perfect touch for their utopia."

"Yes, yes. I am a genius. Hee hee!" Doc said.

"We found more and more MAGs out in the wild, especially with the disaster a few years ago. We ran out of room and enlarged it enough so we can take in more MAGs. However, these MAGs are different from Bana. You noticed that he is quicker than the others, right?"

"Yes, I did," I replied.

"There is something that sets Bana apart from the others. They seem childish and somewhat slow, however, Bana is not that way."

"I noticed that too."

"Unfortunately, we do not know what happened to him exactly or the whereabouts of his master because of the injury that was inflicted to him before we found him. All we know for sure is that his master is not any ordinary person."

"Then, why is it so important that he finds someone?"

"I'll answer that," Bana said. "I remained in the MAG room for years and watched many MAGs leave with their new masters. I was so jealous until I heard that a lot of them weren't treated so well. With that in mind, I didn't want to risk leaving with the wrong person."

"And that's when you made the test," I interrupted.

"Yes. And the others soon did the same. Now, we're never leaving until we find the person we think we're compatible with. The idea worked like a dream and many hunters who come here far exceeds all others because of the great harmony the MAG and hunter share together. It doesn't matter if the hunter is good or bad. It all depends on their synchronization.

"Years upon years swept by, but still, I can't find the one right for me. I began to grow more jealous of all the other MAGs. Once, I tested Elenor, but she failed like the other hunters before you. I almost gave up. However, as kind as Elenor is, she encouraged me to push on. I saw one of the most peculiar things while I waited for you. A MAG who looked like a butterfly chose a mysterious, dark character. The hunter had cyan colored hair that's spiked back and had a mask that covered his nose and mouth like a ninja. His armor glimmered an eerie black and he held a rifle firmly in his hand. He looks very angry, but ironically, he has a cute MAG." It paused to let off a little laugh. "However, his younger brother is the counterpart of the scary one. He has brown hair that droops down a little below his chin and wore gray armor with yellow patches on the shoulders and on the back. He is kind at heart and cares for his older brother very much. I see he idolizes him, because I can sense a strong bond with the two. But, something about the two bothers me. I feel a certain sorrow within them just by looking at their faces. They both try to hide it by acting the way they do. They lost someone. Family, I'm guessing."

"You can learn that much from observing?"

"It's amazing what you can do just by watching everything around you. Look closely and you'll probably notice things that you haven't before."

I noticed that Elenor and Dr. Montague remained quiet as Bana told his story. I don't think Dr. Montague can understand a word, but he respected the moment for the time being.

"So," Doc broke the short silence, "Draco, want to do more training?"

"I thought you'd never ask," I said in relief.

"First, we'll head to the armory. We're going to do something new today."

"Weapon training?" I said to myself hopefully. Then again, I did have some training with the buster with the cleaning bot situation.

We walked down the obnoxious hallway again and to the Armory, AKA "the cleaning bot crypt." Dr. Montague entered the password and led us into the crypt. I glanced at Elenor, but she didn't seem to remember my situation in this room. Instead, she was focused on what is going to happen next. I'm picking up an odd vibe from the atmosphere. We walked deeper into the large cache of weapons and armor and stopped in front of a wall. Why here?

"Hold on. You avert your eyes while I do this," Doc demanded.

We did what he said. While we stood with our backs facing the doctor, he pushed something and typed in another password. I doubt it's the same one that I've memorized already. After punching in three digits, he told us to turn around. What looked like a wall now isn't one. Inside is another room full of rare, interesting weapons. Dr. Montague picked up a dark purple lance that looks just as mysterious as I am. But, this weapon looks vaguely familiar.

"Here you go, Draco," he said as he handed me the weapon. "I believe this belongs to you."

"Belongs… to me?" I held it in my hands and suddenly visions came out of nowhere like the ones I've been getting when I'm in sleep mode, only it's longer and in a faster motion. The visions I see are familiar. I saw people, my family. I saw a transport ship and a group of people standing in front of it. What do these visions mean?

"Are you feeling well, Draco? Draco!" Doc's trying to remain as calm as possible.

"ACK! RRAGH!" I can't shake off these visions! "WHY?" I fell to my knees and kept screaming in pain. My head throbbed intensely. After a few minutes, it finally stopped. The last thing I saw was a bright, white flash. "That… was… intense," I panted.

"Draco, what happened?" Elenor asked with concern while she held on to my arm in case I needed support.

"I don't know," I panted, "these visions… rushed at me… out of nowhere. I know I haven't mentioned it before, but I've been getting these visions every time I'm in sleep mode." I have an idea of who I am now, but the details are still a little vague. I need help putting the pieces together.

"Why did you not tell us?"

"I didn't think it was a big deal."

"What kind of visions, may I ask?" Dr. Montague questioned.

"It's more about my past. Something happened to me, didn't it?"

"Uh…"

"What's up doctor?" My voice began to crescendo again. Elenor let go of me and darted behind Dr. Montague.

"Er… uh…"

"What? You know something and it's not making me very comfortable! I want to know now!" I began to get angry again. I looked at Elenor and remembered my situation with her. I calmed down a bit. "Please Doc… I know you say that I'm not ready, but I have the right to know."

After a long, uncomfortable silence he finally said, "Five years ago a huge explosion occurred on Ragol's surface as the Central Dome and Pioneer established a communications link. A very few amount of people around the Central Dome area survived. Immediately after that ordeal, the principal went berserk and called every hunter aboard Pioneer 2 to a meeting and ordered everyone to scale the planet for survivors. The reward for finding anyone is 10,000 mesetas each. For days, we all had no luck in finding any survivors and this disheartened the principal a great deal. Elenor and I were about to give up when we found you by a transport ship. One of the supply crates was tipped to the side. The cover, another bigger crate, and a lot of food wrappers concealed most of your body. Inside lay your lifeless body, barely breathing. We took you in and put you on life support for as long as a year, year and a half, hoping for you to regain consciousness, when a renegade hunter ran in the lab trying to escape the military pursuing him. Elenor and I captured him. Most of the room was left in disarray in the process. Luckily, you were never harmed, but the only thing that kept you alive is all in a shambles.

"Before I left the lab, I looked behind me for a short moment to see if you're okay, and there I saw little Elenor by your side. She looked so cute. (EHEM!) Anyway, I arrived at the hospital when I shockingly noticed how busy everyone was. I just stood by the entrance as if I were paralyzed by a Poison Lily and gaped at the scene.

"Renegade hunters are trying to prove that hunters are the superior protection. There are military people who think that way too, so it's a constant battle back and forth. Ironically, they are hurting people rather than protecting them, so it's up to the rest of us to play referee. We call the rioters gades for short. I knew the gades were causing riots all over Pioneer 2, but I didn't know how much chaos they caused.

"Anyhow, a nurse freed me from my paralysis by asking if I need any help. Immediately, I asked for a respirator, but from this appalling view, I knew none of them would be available. Sure enough, there wasn't any free. I came back agonizing your fate and had to do something, but there's nothing this mind can't do.

"I finally decided to purchase as many HP and TP generates and rewired them to sustain your air supply, rather than speeding up your healing process. HP and TP generates absorb air like your lungs and converts it into stimulators to boost your healing process, but the user needs to be breathing normally in order for this to work. Since the amplifiers aren't accustomed to the change, they won't last long enough to see you come through. We could've just use up all the generates I bought until you regained your consciousness again, but I knew we couldn't take that chance. In the end, I decided that we alter your body so that it could support you without the risk of losing you. As to why it took too long, I cannot say. It's strictly confidential. I'll tell you one day."

I began to feel angry again, but this time it's different. "I was human once and now you're expecting me to help you score some mesetas? Is that it? And what about the people I knew? How the hell are they going to recognize me now, Smiley?"

"To tell you the truth we aren't doing it for the money, but… HEY! Where are you going?"

"Out," I said as I turned my back and headed towards the door.

"Draco…" Elenor murmured sadly. I turned around and looked at her. Her look disarmed me again.

"Elenor…" I can't stand it. They're using me! I have the right to leave, but Elenor…. Dr. Montague probably made her to trap me here, but still… I can't stand seeing her sad again. I want to stay because of her, but still, it's wrong that I'm just a tool for their job.

"Draco… please do not go."

"I…"

"I don't want you to leave. I'll be lonely again." She began to look sad again.

"Elenor…." I was about to turn to leave.

"Please… do not go!" Then, she ran to me and put her arms around me tightly. I nearly dropped the weapon I held in my hand. "Please, Draco. Do not go! It has been a long time since I had someone to talk to or have fun with. Dr. Montague is always busy so we do not have a lot of chances to talk like you and I do. The MAGs are a great help, but I did not want to dishearten them with my sad stories. They have gone through enough already. Because of that, I have been avoiding them. Then, you came along. At first, it was awkward. But, I quickly felt comfortable talking to you. As I did, I began to feel close and I had fun together. I am happy to be with you." Her eyes poured with what looked like tears, holographic tears. It tore me up badly.

I have to admit I do have fun being with her, even if we meet just every once in a while. Something about her lights up my day. Maybe, it's the fact she's cute? I don't know. However, there are times when I screwed up the moment. How could I have been so stupid? Things got better after I apologize though. But still, I shouldn't put her through such stress.

"Elenor… I'm sorry. But I need some time alone. I need to think this through."

"But—"

I pressed my finger to her lips. "I'll be back. I just need to go out there and find some things I've lost."

After a long pause, she let go of me with tears still streaming from her eyes. So… androids can cry. But… what am I? I'm half human, half robot. A cyborg…

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