~“Looking at the mirror, I ask: Who are you? The
reflection said nothing.”
~0~0~0~
One day there
was a creature, owned by two scientists.
The creature
could move and breathe, and eat and drink.
It had high
intelligence, a healthy body, and excelled in art.
It was given
everything it had ever needed in return,
so it didn't
need to worry about death or starvation.
The creature
was perfect.
Every times
one of the scientist asked—
"*****,
have you took a bath? Wash your hair? Brush your teeth? Eat your breakfast?
Bring your lunch? Do your homework? et? cetera??????”
—the creature
would answered—
"Yes,
***. Yes, ***. Yes, ***. Yes, ***. Yes, ***. Yes…"
It followed
their orders flawlessly, all with the same blank eyes.
It was an
automaton; a living doll.
Yes, that
time the creature realized what it was.
It was a
living doll;
a doll, make-believe to be alive.
~0~0~0~
~“Oh,
it's just me. Me? What is me?”
--to
be continued
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