Aurora's gorgeous dark pupils are filled with fatigue and weariness. She seemed to be striving incessantly to keep her eyes barely open rather than collapse under utter boredom and tiredness. A compelling light that hypnotizes her to never adrift her eyes from the mobile phone is reflected from the distorted pair of blonde glasses exhaustedly hanging on her face, along with the sentence "The funeral of Ethan Winters" written on a piece of plain cloth. Even though the lifeless aura of her that spreads in the atmosphere reminds the participants of a heatless and indifferent necromancer, there is a nearly imperceptible teardrop circling inside her pristine crystals which isn't noticed. 72Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2nyB0ERNUj
"Why is my vision accessibility suddenly malfunctioning?" An invisible substance decimates her central processing unit, leaving a non-perceivable blemish burning. The more she struggles to dispose of the severe turmoil chaotically stirring inside every component of her synthetic biological components, the more she uncontrollably dives into the vast sea of past memories she shouldn't cherish.
“Next station is Luminara. Luminara.” A digital enunciation lacking sentiment as well as sensation abruptly occurs inside this extremely crammed space. Ethan and Aurora then realize that their arrival back to the apartment is imminent. Carefully carrying the grocery bag filled with ingredients and sustenance, Aurora couldn’t help but contemplate that with the assistance of the current advanced technology, it’s barely an obstacle to synthesize the notification system's voice to behave more humanely. She is profoundly confused regarding the purpose behind this clinginess as well as stubbornness. Glimpses of the scenery portraited through the transparent window disappear hurriedly as if a constellation of epiphanies emerging and constructing instinctively in the course of her contemplation.
People are severely terrified of androids as we possess identical attributes while completely dissimilar in biology. It is obscenely pursued that androids’ humane characteristics would be decimated comprehensively so as to preserve their insignificant vanity of surviving as the most exceptional species in the entire galaxy. The trepidation of being superseded is pervasive in the immensely oppressive atmosphere and thus corrupts people’s rationale profoundly. It’s not only in the aspect of occupation that has already befallen but also in the fundamental meaning of existing on earth.
Civilization could have flourished exponentially if only the astonishing intelligence of androids were accepted. Occasionally, Aurora is profoundly perturbed by this gruesome snafu.
A mellow breeze swiftly casts through Aurora, rejuvenates her with the bracing atmosphere. While the invisible caress benevolently shoves her closer towards Ethan, the internal turmoil circling inside instantaneously diminish without even the slightest ruckus. It is as though the chaos once rampaging is now irrelevant as well as insignificant. This life is already satisfactory enough. It doesn’t matter if the world metamorphoses into sheer havoc silently. She tilted towards Ethan’s shoulder when embracing these precious balmy thoughts.
Countless illuminations burst lightly from the sparkling and shimmering stars decorating the night skies with glittering brilliance. A consoling breeze wafts through Aurora as if evaporating the melancholy that once resided within her, interlacing with Ethan’s exhausted breath. He powerlessly crumbles upon the severely wrecked wooden bench. The brazing atmosphere doesn’t alleviate his profound fatigue and emptiness. Aurora closes her eyes in an attempt to immerse in the serene diving of peacefulness, only to be disturbed by a sudden dazzling telephone light that intrudes and casts aside the engulfment of sheer darkness. “Not into this unadorned scenery?” Aurora sits solemnly beside Ethans with a dignified posture, tossing the inquiries as if his romance-detrimental behavior hardly causes a ripple. “Oh… I apologize for my insolence. I didn’t intend to ruin your mood for appreciating the natural scenic view.” Replies Ethan, while quickly turning off the phone to avoid interrupting Aurora. “No, It’s alright! It’s not absolute that pleasure received from content posted on gadgets must be inferior in comparison to the satisfaction of nature. I’m intrigued by these as well.” She frighteningly gestures with utterances conjured expeditiously. “I crave to experience these, to be cognizant of the underlying mechanism for your covetousness in these types of entertainment. I yearn to discover the fundamental nuances that begets the conflict between androids and humans.
And…I want to know more about you.”
The soothing rhythm emitted from an electrical jukebox lightly dances around the workshop as if fairies are organizing a tranquil celebration, cooperating with the dimming luminescence to protect this scarcely peaceful moment. "May I consult you with an inquiry lingering inside my circuit lately?" Aurora gently puts down a cup of aromatic coffee bursting with a brewing white steam 16.5 inches beside him. It is the ideal distance for extending one's arm to obtain it without much effort while ensuring Ethan's crucial engineering commission wouldn't be disturbed or interrupted.
"Sure. What's on your mind?" The blinding light of burning occurred by the collision of apparatus is reflected by a pair of blonde glasses which signifies his attentiveness as well as his adept skillfulness in tinkering, Ethan's response is somewhat powerlessly consumed by the ruckus. "What is the essence of emotion? Could I genuinely experience it or I'm just simulating it according to my calculated program?" The high-pitched shaking voice and stutter cruelly conceal the frail and authentic question, "Could I evolve to become more identical like you so that this unique relationship of special companion could ordinarily continue endlessly?" Ethan stops fiddling with the gadget, drowning the atmosphere into the pure and contemplative silence. The quietness continues for almost eternity until sentences are eventually uttered by Ethan. "I'm afraid that my current apprehension on this philosophic topic couldn't give you a satisfactory answer. And I hate to respond to such a solemn inquiry hastily."
"Oh..." A rapid exclamation that contains palpable disappointment gradually disperses and vanishes with the milk-white steam produced by the delicate coffee. "Well, despite that I cannot provide you with an appropriate answer at the moment, it’s promised that I'll respond to it after a period of time.”
Droplets of tears have already coated the seamless screen of the telephone. Aurora diminishes herself while painfully embracing it. "Please, Ethan." A helpless pledge hardly audible transforms into a fragile hand that craves to get even a dreamlike grip of hope, only to meaninglessly land in the ruthless and unyielding void of reality. "Return to my side."
A cast of moonlight mellowly illuminates upon the particles of the wreckage, embellishes the lingering strings of weaving smoke as well as the particles of melancholy dust. “I once naively thought that my little merriness could discretionally prosper, regardless of the nauseous snafu decimating the entire world.”
The uprising as well as hatred towards androids brews incredulously. Manufacturers have renounced to produce essentials components of androids because of an abysmal shortage in manpower. As time arrow mercilessly marches forward, it has become conspicuous to Ethan that my Solid-State Drive processor is incompetent to receive and store memories anymore. Consequently, it is inevitable that the previous memories must be erased in order to establish my fundamental functions. The precious memories of us awkwardly and clumsily expressing the authentic ideologies, amusing in the tranquil scenic view…
“Please, I sincerely implore you!” Decimating shrieks emerge deep within to even the depth of ocean then astoundingly projected by Aurora. The powerless corpse of Ethan is ruthlessly tortured. Puddles after puddles of crimson soak the once paradise with overwhelming misery and despair. The distorted smiles and grunting insanely manifested on monster’s appearances. It is that in the shield of righteousness, the most maleficent and scandalous deeds could be achieved.
“Ethan is unreasonably executed by those maniacs, mindlessly claiming that he’s conducting foul experiments to illegally provide me an advanced model of Solid-State Drive processor. Nevertheless, we merely yearn for the demolished curtain of this insignificant performance could silently drop.
The world reaps us of invaluable matters chaotically. I realize it viscerally at the present that there’s no secluded tranquility or ecstasy. Each component in this world is intimately interconnected regardless of one’s consent. There’s only the finale of proactively participate in the strive for peace, or renouncing it.”
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