Cursed Bunny

I want to cry. But the thought of my tears wetting Model 1’s hair and damaging her circuits stops me from even that.

My first love. There’s nothing “artificial” about her; she’s my real companion.

Seeing an android smiling like a human after doing something a human wouldn’t do is creepy. I wonder whether the concept of the “uncanny valley” can be applied to behavior as much as it does to appearance.

But there I remained, standing in his bathroom, waiting for someone to miraculously find me, to release me from my ties to this life.

I had no hope anymore for good times, but I didn’t want to wish for bad times, either. I was waiting for something but didn’t know what to hope for. There was no future. All of our survival skills were trapped in the past.

By the time he took his hand away, the princess was completely and utterly in love.

The owner of the blood-sausage stew restaurant spoke to the young woman and the young woman’s husband in an oddly unsettling confusion of polite and informal speech.

There was nothing left for me to wait for.

But there I remained, standing in his bathroom, waiting for someone to miraculously find me, to release me from my ties to this life.

No one asked us, when we were still nameless
Whether we wanted to live or not

Now I wander the big city alone

Looking in doors and windows

Waiting and waiting for something …

Once you experience a terrible trauma and understand the world from an extreme perspective, it is difficult to overcome this perspective. Because your very survival depends on it.