Bimboamyrose: (To her image/art post of Metal Sonic creating a hologram of Amy Rose with a flower, sitting and looking beaten from a battle.)
Can Robots Grieve?
Cutegirlmayra Responds:
He stared... for many days and nights... not sharing mortal's fear of time, nor caring if anything would befall him further.
Endless... space of time.
What would a robot's final will be? After all this time... he never really processed it.
His lights were dimming...
Would Sonic think of something? Should he ever come to the end, how would he conquer the view?
A flicker from his red eyelights... he'd be shutting down soon.
In that hollow night with nothing but the sounds of quiet chirping of nesting flickies, and the concerts of crickets, and the brushing sways of dancing reeds... he finally flashed on a hologram.
"And that's why-!" The image was an enthusiastic Amy Rose, a forgotten memory...
He had once disguised himself as Sonic, and with her poor eyesight, fooled her into believing Sonic had a cold-or at least, she explained his silence as such-and spent a day with him while Eggman threatened Sonic with his presence around her.
"Flowers aren't power-sources, but things of beauty!" This was the moment he realized it. How foolish he actually was.
She had known he was Metal Sonic, not the infernal, mortal Sonic.
His eyes had expanded then, and as they did, her image grew to show the landscape around them... littered in a field of similar flowers.
"Don't you want to look at something lovely for a change, Metal?"
He stared at her... his eyelights flickering.
"When all is said and done in this world..." She looked at the flower in her hand, "... Can't you just imagine... how happy you could be... having at least one beautiful thing to remind you of it?"
He had wondered... as his eyelids began to falter and fall in slight bounces, his power shutting down.
What did she mean by that?
Remind him of what?
He hated life. He existed to destroy it. For Eggman to rule over it.
Her image remained, though he could barely project her silhouette anymore, nor the colors of the flower...
He honed in on the flower... but her audio continued to play as he flinched and his body twitched at trying to not topple over to the right.
He struggled to remain upright... just a moment... longer...
"To see the existence of such beautiful things... thriving... no matter how fleeting something is..."
This was it. The moment she said the infuriating thing that he wanted to hear at the very end of his power-supply... Say it... Say it, Rose...
He glared at her, his entire body leaning to the side as he strained to keep her image intact.
SAY IT.
His eyes blared with the last of his power.
"That's what makes something eternal... but 'beauty' is what makes something have meaning."
Yes... Meaning...
What is life, and time's worth,... without...
He fell over.
Meaning...