Robot's POV
The girl's life was very lonely. There was no one else besides her. That was only natural. Nothing is born here, neither does anything die. That's the kind of world this is. That body was for me. Did I just have to wish it? To be born here? The one warm spot in the world, before I realized it, that's what I was seeking.
I was born into this world in my search of this girl, sacraficing life in this new world. Everything I could of had. The girl collected pieces of junk from somewhere and made a body for me.
She took my hand and lifted me up. She reached the end and startes to clap. I started to walk. My memories were merky, I couldn't remember without effort. My foot slid onto the wood and I fell face first. Where have I been?
The girl rushed to me. Where have I been trying to get to? She lifted me up on my feet, put me back at the end, and walked to the other hand. She started clapping. I started to walk toward her. I succeeded and she embraced me.
"Good job," she said softly. I couldn't speak to the girl, but she was the one warm spot I have been after. Of course, in my body of junk, I couldn't feel about warmth.