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There are two things that were worth remembering. The first thing he saw after starting the system and just before turning it off. When he opened his eyes, he saw a mechanical set of limbs and cables in front of him, but that was not what caught his attention, but the details that this creation was supposed to have. There were already two hands covered in artificial leather on the cart with tools, tiny and thin fingers, perfect color. He remembered looking at his own, clumsy, slightly calloused, as if all his joints were visible under all the micro-cables and rubber. Then he remembered the eyes. When his creator moved away from the new toy for a moment, he saw bright orbs. It even seemed to him that the builder had not finished them, but they had blue irises, staring at the ceiling above him, not yet aware of what he could be created for. He didn't know, he was simply woken up, and when he tried to get up, it turned out that he had no legs and his arms were disconnected from the actuators. He could only turn his hands and raise his forearms slightly to look at something other than the cables connecting him to the main computer. The creation was taking shape. Mori placed subsequent panels of soft leather, closed circuits, started individual processes, until one day the future beauty sat down. The boy he created had no special features yet, he only looked around, he almost didn't blink, but his features were delicate and sharp at the same time, expressive and yet somehow bland. He couldn't speak yet, or maybe he didn't have the appropriate module or software yet. He just looked and he looked back. It wasn't complete, so it was only natural that he was looking at the new unfortunate. So he knew the entire structure of the object and had enough knowledge in his database to know that object A5158 had all human characteristics. He breathed, or rather absorbed the appropriate elements from the air to power smaller components, he ate so that the enzymes refreshed his artificial skin, he drank to lubricate his joints. Property A5158 was perfect in terms of appearance, adaptability and design. Therefore, he believed that the first recorded memory was important, but did not detract from others. They are equipped with artificial intelligence, self-learning, remembering patterns, able to process data and use it in the future. When he saw Mori throw a ball of paper into the basket, he remembered the gesture, made appropriate calculations for his own strength, trajectory from his position and distance, and if he could move his arm, he would have hit it. Then the object was placed in storage. He didn't know why, but when he was sealed in a glass tube and poured with preservative chemicals, he felt a strange emptiness, the first thing he couldn't quite understand. Then their creator began to repair it. He detached what little legs he had and the sight made him wonder what happened, why he didn't remember it, why Mori looked so glum while repairing it. He wanted to ask, but his speech module was also damaged. He received a reinforced skeleton and a new shell, and finally his arms were attached and he could move them in any way he wanted. The legs, when he got them, weren't new, but they were still his model. He then used their power to find the creation in its finished, pure and unsullied version. He sat in front of the red-haired beauty's container and he had to admit that his visual sensors activated at the sight of him. Android, on the other hand, didn't sleep. He floated in the watery vacuum, watching him as well. His face was covered with a mask supplying oxygen, and his limbs were connected to sensors, half of which he didn't know where they led. Object A5158, placed his hand on the thick glass and could see how beautifully refined it was. The pads had fingerprints and shiny nails.
"You're wonderful," he said when he regained speech and the object heard and understood him. Have you named him yet?" he asked Mori, since he had a name himself. What was incomprehensible to him was why he had two of them. Actually, they were not names but identities. Dazai Osamu had mental modules in his memory, but body parts, mainly hands, were written down by Shuji Tsushima.
"I didn't think about it," the man muttered, writing down the parameters of the facility's processors. Do you have any idea?”
"You haven't taught me abstract thinking yet." The man sometimes forgot that he was not a perfect creation like the latest creation. He lacked the creativity to understand why it was created. Did Mori lack company? Why did he give him a processor that would allow him to process advanced algorithms, be able to remember, calculate and predict the flight of a fly or a speck of dust? So he could understand how the world and human nature worked just by observing his teacher at work. The man liked to work when they were conscious. He asked them trivial questions like a doctor examining his patient. Absurd behavior, but it made him realize that he was not the first of his models, that for some reason he was destroying himself, and Mori was still repairing him, not wanting to give up. Then he also realized that he not only thinks, but can dream and feel, and if he felt it, he could also use his imagination." I like Chuuya.”
"Okay then," he said, writing down Nakahara Chuuya in his journal for the first time. He really liked the name and its owner, and the man called it love because he also loved his creation, but not like him. He finally understood why object A5158 was incubated : it may have had something to do with the human reproductive process itself. Chuuya had to be born to fully understand human nature, because that's what he was created for. He calculated complex tasks, he was responsible for the intellectual part, but that the red-haired man understood people. He didn't analyze the factors that allowed him to perform a certain action, he simply did it. He had to think about how hard and fast he should move his hand and arm to make a friendly gesture of greeting, and Chuuya just imitated him does or like, he raised his hand, spread his fingers and greeted him near the container. Over time, he learned to knock. They were doing their routine, he only accompanied Mori. when he was checking the android's almost vital parameters, and when they were focusing on one of the areas responsible for the object's abstract thinking, it tapped his finger on the window to attract attention. Only to wave hello as he had been doing for some time." Fascinating," the brunette exclaimed, placing his hand on the glass, carefully observing his creation, and then Chuuya surprised them again. Under the intense gaze, although it had no sex characteristics, it shrouded itself, cowering in its liquid void. "Really fascinating," he said again, and the next day the object was able to move freely between them.
"Why did you do it then?" he asked as the redhead seemed to follow him like a shadow.
"You weren't looking at me," he said calmly, watching her clean up the creator's drawing station, and if he wanted to get attention again, he succeeded.
"Mori was looking at you, and you hid." He felt that it was becoming increasingly difficult for him to understand this creation, as if its behavior was devoid of the algorithms he had become accustomed to.
"I didn't want him to look at me." Because he was human? Because he understood that people were shy about their bodies? Since Mori wore clothes and he did too, the subject's shyness made him act humanly. For the first time he wanted to exclaim that it was actually fascinating, because as he lay on his repair station, naked and limbless, he had no thought of shame. In fact, he assumed he was wearing the clothes for Mori's comfort, not Chuuya's It was truly a perfect work." You don't understand it, do you?"
"I'm a bunch of broken models, deprived of an advanced modem for simulating feelings," he said, returning to his work. Everything I think I feel is based on calculations that you don't understand." He thought the object had insulted him, even though he was only asking, but a person should be offended by such a thing, considering it an attack on his ego. He was expected to them, from him, that he would behave like that, but when he finished speaking, he realized that his algorithm had made a mistake. Chuuya had the body of a man, so he assumed that he was an adult, but he was born a few days earlier, so he had a mentality. he only had a child. Then he wondered who he was. He didn't remember much more than the red-haired one, although his processor was old, he remembered and performed more calculations, but he did not have knowledge greater than what he gained at the creator's side, despite having a larger body than he had. Chuuya, was also a child."How do you know what to feel?"
"I don't think about it for long," he muttered. If I want to sit down, I sit down. If I'm happy, I smile."
"My facial expression modem has been damaged," he said violently, even furiously, he felt. So he felt something dangerous. An android with almost a hundred times the strength of a human should never be angry, but what exactly defined his anger? He then realized that he began to analyze again and break down this feeling into its original components. His sensors could have been affected by the temperature of the room, the humidity. In fact, he may have had a short circuit, and the anxiety and anger was the alarm that was supposed to make him report to Mori for repairs. Since, however, over-analysis was making him less human, he crumpled the paper in his hands and threw it into a nearby bin. The angle of release of the scrap, its size and shape, he recalculated everything, because the paper ball landed flawlessly. He wasn't a human or an advanced android. He was just a computer.
"Why did you do that?" he asked curiously and crumpled the paper as well.
"I was angry," he said, shrugging, and felt that rage again because Chuuya wasn't analyzing or calculating. He threw a piece of paper and missed. Once again, he proved that he was superior, behaving exactly as expected of him. Mori also missed. , but the subject never saw it. He was given an example of the perfect pattern, but he ignored it." "I hate you," he said quietly, clenching his fists and decided to go for repairs.
"You don't have the negative feeling software," the man muttered thoughtfully as his creation expressed his concerns. "The previous versions destroyed themselves, I couldn't let that happen to you," he said grimly. People call it suicide.”
"I have parts of them," he grumbled, because by the very assumption that his limbs, processor and memory bones belonged to other androids, he was not human in their assumptions, but resembled Frankenstein's monster. So why did he think that he hated the other individual? His algorithms detected features that allowed him to define what a human would consider humiliating, and the behavior of object A5158 was perfect, human in every gesture and breath of its mechanical lungs, so he saw it as a threat and showing off, but he didn't he did. He noticed something that interested him and tried his own possibilities.
"I wiped your memory," he said with a smile. I think what you feel is yours. You made correct calculations and used them thoughtlessly. That's what people do." So the human was a perfect being. No, Chuuya was perfect, he was a human trapped in a robotic body. He will never get sick, grow old, or die. He will learn new things, meet other people, have fun and improve. . In human history, similar beings were called angels or gods, but God could not have been created by someone else. And since Mori was their creator, he was their father and God, and they were his people a vision of what a human should look like. He felt depressed, and apparently he did not have the software responsible for these feelings. So what did his previous models do that he never received it, and since people had muscle memory, and after amnesia they could remember details from their lives? , then were there any remnants of this consciousness preserved in his faulty parts? It made him think and analyze. His algorithms couldn't have been as bad and broken as he thought, because if he did something like a human would, then maybe he was worth attention and rescue." Sometimes you think too much. People don't analyze so much data at the same time." He felt depressed again, because after all, he wasn't worth much. He was created this way, he was supposed to think a lot, solve complex puzzles that humans couldn't, so what was Chuuya created for?
"I think," the subject began hesitantly, when he heard about his companion's dilemma, and the wording he used made him feel even worse, "that you are learning new patterns."
"Mori and you are not gloomy," he said anxiously. Who would I learn this from?”
"You have access to the world's knowledge." That's true, but when he couldn't see the face of the author of the article or know the feelings with which he wrote it, his algorithms were useless. It only made him over-analyze. When he learned that the cat species was extinct, he wondered "He didn't know what he should feel. He was a predator, he was a threat to people's lives, and he should be worried about them, so he should feel joy, but the pattern said that death was something grim, so he didn't feel anything." It's okay to be sad or happy when others are sad." Was this the answer he was waiting for? Thinking about the cat had used up too much of his energy, and solving the mystery of feelings was so simple. He was happy, not because something died, but that the cat problem never affected him. And like Chuuya said, animal lovers or that kind were sad, but he didn't have to.
"Thank you," he said, and then, the subject's eyes widened in surprise. When someone helps you, you say thank you.”
"Yes, but you never say thank you," he muttered.
"I guess I'm learning patterns," he said calmly, shrugging his shoulders. This gesture exhausted all topics, it showed how much he didn't care about anyone's opinion, by definition, but Chuuya smiled, and that made him want to do it too. So he asked for the facial expression module Mori seemed pleased with his creation's reasons for needing something he had never used. He then realized that object A5158 was more perfect as he smiled back, with the caution of the algorithms happiness, Chuuya cried and hugged him. It wasn't strong, his pain sensors didn't feel it in any way, despite the android's strength, and the tears weren't fake. So he began to wonder if he was really human, even though he knew his structure the exact arrangement of the wires and steel bones of the facility, so he knew it was not a delicate entity, and yet he began to perceive it as such. After that, an intruder entered their facility. He was not dangerous, or unwelcome a mutt wandering the maze of corridors of their underground bunker, and while Chuuya marveled at him, played with him, he calculated again, focused on his algorithms so much that the animal seemed like a threat to him. So he could even say that he was afraid of him. He could easily puncture its rubbery skin with his teeth and tear the wires that powered its components, and it was an obsolete enough model that Mori might never repair it again. If he could create more objects like A5158, why did he still keep something like him? Then he realized again the perfection of his latest creation. He classified Chuuya as a human in his database, so he could have died from an attack by an angry dog. He forcefully pulled it away from the animal, shooing it away, hoping for good, and then the thing did something unexpected again, angry and sad at it for what it had done.
"It hurts," he shouted as he tightened his grip on his wrist and pulled it out, hugging it into his chest, which was heaving rapidly from his rapid inhalations, and at that moment no one could say that Chuuya Nakahara was an android with artificial intelligence, and if he was able to deceive a similar the creation, although he had watched the process of its construction, was almost ready and close to following Mori to the surface, so he felt jealous when he himself only had access to the articles and the limited resources of the human internet, even though the object had never seen the sky, even in photos. Something in it was damaged then, as if stuck in its metal skeleton, somewhere deep inside it, the Creator had left them in his home and workshop, disappearing for weeks , returning sometimes to plug it in to charge, or when he was working on new projects, but this time he was gone when he felt a strong need to repair it, he ripped open his artificial rubber skin to reveal it all the cables and tubes supplying lubricant to the joints, and when he finally saw the cold metal, he stopped feeling anything.
"What are you doing?" Mori exclaimed as he walked in during one of his screwdriver-fucking sessions. The sight might have been terrifying if he were only human, but he was just a robot, he didn't even see himself as an android anymore, as the metal gleamed in places which until recently was covered by his skin. "I deleted those protocols," he growled, pulling his work away from the bench to place it on the repair table. I have no more substitute for your body. What were you thinking?" he screamed still, and Chuuya watched, concerned, as Mori disabled him for repairs. When the processors revived his mechanical body, his arms and torso were covered with white gauze, covering the damage he had done." "I've uploaded new algorithms to you that should stop your suicidal tendencies," he muttered darkly, poring over the designs and patterns that he had to introduce into his creation's memory over the next few days to make it behave in a slightly more controlled and converted way. So he could say that he had changed it. the android's personality, although previously quite interesting and the only one that did not stand out from the average. So he felt a greater desire to entertain his surroundings, but he did not tell jokes and did not have the appropriate knowledge empathetic to do so, but he changed his behavior patterns. However, he couldn't understand why Chuuya, although he became a little friendlier, started avoiding him, as if his new friend scared him.
"You're running away from me," he muttered as he caught the redhead during routine activities. The object tried to move away, looking for an escape route until it was pressed against the wall of the warehouse. Why?" he asked, really curious, although it was still just an algorithm, but the new patterns used all the resources he had in his body, facial expressions, voice modulation. He even seemed to receive ready-made solutions that replaced his previous thinking. He did not perform so he made complicated calculations for every little thing, he used what he already knew and remembered to react to his surroundings. Still, these were calculations, not real feelings.
"You're no longer like Osamu, the one I love," he said softly, looking away and noticing another perfection. Chuuya could blush. His artificial skin stained his cheeks and nose a light pink, reddened his lips when he bit them, created a trail of goosebumps when he ran his finger over it. The object's love for him was irrational, unpredictable and alien to the point that panic gripped his body. and moved away in horror, hurting A5158's feelings even more.
"Love is not an algorithm, it can't be written," Mori said when asked for an update. He spoke in a similar way about many feelings, and also that he should no longer feel depressed, and yet he sat next to the creator and wondered why he still existed and why is it so imperfect.
"Chuuya said he loved me," he murmured, fingering the bandage covering his bare wires.
"Chuuya also runs on certain algorithms," he agreed, nodding thoughtfully, "but they're very different from yours." He sighed heavily, moving away from the desk so he could carefully examine the entire body of his creation." "You operate on computable logic, he operates on chemical compounds that he produces himself," he said calmly, tangling his fingers, as if he were explaining something to a child, not an artificial intelligence. But he knew human structure and functionality, and he knew that love was based on the simple factor of sight and If he liked his appearance, they talked, so he listened carefully and remembered, and his mechanical brain produced the appropriate elements that let his whole body know that he was in love. He then remembered the words object "I didn't want him to look at me." Was this the first negative feeling towards their creator? And if he was ashamed of him then, did he still hide from him, even though he was a robot himself? so he couldn't be ashamed of mechanical evaluation, because it was only a calculation. He saw facial features common to people who were considered attractive, so Chuuya seemed beautiful and desirable to him, everyone would look at him that way. However, he hid from anyone who looked at him.
"Do you love Mori?" he finally asked as the creator examined his newest creation and oiled his exposed parts.
"He is my father," he said, cowering slightly under the brunette's curious gaze. He then noticed that when the man's attention was not focused on himself, but on some part of his body for examination purposes, he did not feel ashamed.
"That doesn't answer my question," he muttered, wrapping bandages around his steel skeleton to make himself look human again.
"Osamu, don't tease him, he's like your brother." Siblings. He knew the term, they would have to share a parent or legal records, but he didn't recognize Mori as a parent, only a creator. No one had ever classified them as a family, so Chuuya didn't he was his brother. So who?
"I don't really know him," he growled, getting up from the repair station and leaving. It wasn't any calculation, just an impulse that appeared in his head like an alarm, which only died down once he was away from the pair.
"I don't love Mori," he said quietly when he found the brown-haired man in one of the laboratories, staring at his tank.
"People love their parents," he muttered, he was jealous even though he didn't know this feeling, he didn't even have a reason to feel it towards the other android.
"I'm not human," he said then and fell silent. He had never thought Chuuya was so self-aware before, yes, his system had been active when Mori finished assembling it, but the object had never admitted to being anyone. It didn't do that now either, but hearing that he wasn't a human being, a living one, was surprising even to his advanced algorithms, so he just wrapped his arms around the redhead." What are you doing?"
"That's how you console yourself," he said calmly, patting the subject's back lightly, and the latter laughed, hugging the taller one, pulling the brown-haired man towards himself a little more than just a stiff bow.
"That's how you comfort yourself," he corrected, burying his cheeks in his chest. I would like to escape from here.”
"Why?" he asked quietly, because he had never thought about leaving the bunker. He knew that they were several kilometers underground, an elevator connected Mori's apartment and the laboratory. It was not guarded, there was no code or key. So all he had to do was get in and go up, and yet Chuuya lingered in this darkness, completely unmade for the solitude his creator had condemned him to." If there isn't much else there?”
"There are mountains and forests, right?" he murmured, still snuggling into the larger body, as if he was afraid to look at him now, but he didn't understand this strange longing. He had seen it all in pictures, he had a spatial simulation in his mind, and he didn't feel the need to see it with his own eyes, but the object wanted it. Then he realized that Chuuya, looking at the photo of the mountains, saw a picture, something that someone had immortalized for him to look at, and that made him want to see it. also, because the world changed with age and time of day. So he grabbed the redhead's wrist and led him through the intricate corridors to lock them both in that tin box he places his cheek on the sleeve of his shirt. This gesture was too human, it was supposed to introduce him to an alien world, and the object was looking for support in his person an android with advanced human behavior, such resistance is strange, so he squeezed his hand tighter, watching Chuuya's reaction, and Chuuya did the same, although he was looking at the elevator doors, not at their hands. Object A5158 turned out to be perfect once again. His artificial skin had to have billions of sensors, just like human nerves. The elevator stopped and he knew that the doors opened onto the hall and that opposite was a glass wall overlooking the forest. Just over the hill there was a lake at the edge of a clearing on the other side, with a view of the mountains, and the entire area was surrounded by a high-voltage grid, the codes for which were in the bunker's computer. Any use of it without a password sent a notification to Mori. He knew all this from studying the plans of Mori's house and even the nearby town, as he was tasked with protecting the facility should the man not show up at the bunker within a few weeks. He would then take him to Yokohama to another scientist familiar with his designs, since Chuuya required human food. He then realized that he couldn't tell where their creator was currently. He could be in his apartment, since the subject went looking for him after that explosion, but he could also still be in the lab. Wherever the man was now, their little escapade could even end with them being disconnected, though he didn't think he would destroy his newest creation, but he would certainly do it with him. After all, it was a broken model, built from many other previous versions. Chuuya let go of his hand, jumping out of the elevator into the apartment and bumping into the thick glass, admiring the trees. "Can we go out? I want to feel the wind."
"No," he muttered, walking across the room, observing his surroundings carefully. Mori had a family after all, he certainly had a daughter, whose photo he carried in his wallet. Oogai perfectly combined modernity with the ancientness of Japan. Wooden walls morphed into steel beams and glass. Red the sofa stood in front of a regular TV, there were shelves full of books, and between them a small altar with a photo of a girl, the same one the creator called a daughter. So was she dead? Are they replacing the child he lost? He even understood why he hadn't recreated her then. It would have been real torture, because the android wouldn't have registered the fall, and he was still standing on the edge of the small step down, seeing arms wrapped around his stomach." Chuuya?”
"Thank you," he exclaimed happily, his fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt. Why can't we go out?" he asked after a while, looking longingly at the windows, behind which the leaves were gently moving.
"We are not people," he said quietly, because he did not know how to find his way among them when it was so difficult for him to understand them. The object did not have these problems, he could easily blend into the city and live like this for many years. He did not age, he could only damaged or disabled for some reason, but as long as he followed his diet he would have enough energy. It was more likely that the next time it rained outside, it would break down due to its open mechanisms.
"If I teach you to be human?" The question wasn't surprising, in fact it seemed extremely logical to him. He wouldn't fool anyone that he was alive because he was too mechanical, Chuuya didn't have to worry about that, so if he taught him a little more human reflexes, he would have no more excuses not to let Chuuya outside or even accompany him. This simulation seemed like a strange dream, and he didn't have such complex software, it was an unrealistic calculation with almost zero. a chance for fulfillment, but he wanted it. Subject A5158 liked to smile, he did it very often, but he tried to imagine what he would look like, watching the clear sky, feeling the wind and the warmth of the sun on his skin, if he dipped his feet in the lake nearby, if he found himself in the city center. , among hundreds of people. Then Chuuya did something equally strange. He grabbed his neck to lower him a bit and placed a kiss on his lips. He had no touch sensors, he could only rely on what he saw." "You smiled," he said softly. Did he do that? He hadn't sent such a command to the mimic modems, and the calculations he made didn't take this behavior into account. So they returned to their dungeons, but the subject was no longer happy. He seemed tense, avoiding Mori, except for his periodic examinations of the processor, but immediately after them he would hide in the room he called a room to wait for its owner. He would then sit next to him, allowing the redhead to simply approach him he hugged.
"Your battery level is very low," Mori muttered once, watching the pulsating graph on the laptop screen as he connected his processor to it. You're not moving enough. Do you remember what I told you about your structure?" He couldn't forget, it was stuck in his memory, and if he had to compare it to a regular computer, he put that information in the "important" folder. By design, it was like a shark or a car battery. It charged itself while moving. He even had a treadmill to replenish his energy if he couldn't recharge his batteries by wandering around the labyrinth of the underground. But he hadn't used it for a long time, and sitting in one place was draining his energy. Was it used, maybe it needs to be replaced?" he wondered quietly, looking carefully at its bandaged form. Everything about him could be replaced, maybe even scrapped. He was an android with little desire to live, if he could call his existence that. He couldn't even explain it properly, because the human brain was unable to understand its complex calculations. He could, of course, write it down as an algorithm using Mori's tables and hope that Mori would see it, analyze it and simply turn it off, but now Chuuya was appearing in his calculations. He would definitely be sad to see him go, so he was vacillating between self-destruction and existence. Maybe that's where his inexorable and slow death from draining his battery, the Object called him sad and gloomy. and yet, according to the creator, it should not have these algorithms in the system.
"No," he muttered as he realized that the man was actually silent, waiting for his answer.
"I also noticed Chuuya's high pleasure rate," he said calmly, as if his creation's decision didn't surprise him, but he accepted it fully. You spend a lot of time. Has something happened?”
"I," he grumbled, looking away at the monitors, watching the numbers on it go up slightly. Normally he could lie, turn off facial expressions, and was almost unfazed by false words, but now, hooked up to the analytical computer, he could see exactly which parts of his system were starting to work as hard as you can and Mori would know if he testified untruthfully." He hugged me. He's been hugging me a lot lately. "I think I touched it," he said quietly, and the brunette looked at the indicators with curiosity. He wasn't lying, he was sure of that. Chuuya grabbed his hand so often that when they sat in silence, he started doing it himself, seemingly instinctively, but he knew it made him feel pleasure. Mori's eyes finally fell on him, a little surprised, maybe confused.
"How did you touch it?" he asked, as if he was wondering about the correct operation of his mechanical toys, but if the object was to spend the rest of this scientist's life in these undergrounds, why did he equip it with such advanced and numerous sensors.
"Hands, neck and he kissed me." There was a silence, one that he would define as awkward. Mori even froze, now resembling a puppet. Then his artificial brain made an important analysis. The man in front of him considered them siblings, even though they weren't. , their models even had different markings and serial numbers." Why does he have the ability to touch?" he finally asked, looking at his own hands. They were cold, he could tell that by the material they were made of. Was Chuuya warm like a human? Was he warmer than the ambient temperature? And if touch was for as pleasant as he was, he understood why people felt the need to do so. To him, they were just gestures, worthless intrusions into personal space.
"It's an experiment," he muttered with a grunt, covering his mouth for a moment to only wipe his chin thoughtfully. If the sensors work properly, we will equip them with prosthetics." Well, everything indicated that this was the case. If Chuuya liked being touched, and according to statistics he enjoyed it and felt pleasure, then Mori had achieved the intended effect.
"What will happen to it if it achieves satisfactory results?" he asked, because he knew that the project itself would not be enough to present it to the world, a prototype would also be needed, and this was the entire android or a part of it suitable for further analysis.
"I will introduce him to the world and probably turn him off and take him apart." This information was depressing, and when Chuuya tried to comfort him, he pushed him away. He didn't mind her touching him, because he didn't feel anything himself, but it would delay the acquisition of data by A5158's system. Once again he realized that he shouldn't feel grief, sadness and anger without the software, and yet he suppressed it all with security protocols. that he was sitting, not that he was sitting right now, but he was just sitting, motionless for a long time. Suddenly, suicide, as the creator called it, didn't seem like the worst option for him to leave. At best, he would clean it up before he turned it back on memory and he wouldn't be able to attach himself to the redhead. That funny word was running through all his thoughts. Attachment was something unreal for him, even though it was what he felt bunker while Chuuya was still trapped in his tank, but it wasn't until he was able to wander around with him that he realized how gloomy he had been before.
"I did some calculations," he finally said as Mori left the labs. He did this periodically, returning every two weeks to examine them, but always late. This could mean he wasn't in the manor above them. The subject was watching him closely, waiting for an explanation, but then he simply took his hand, leading him to the elevator. They couldn't leave the house because he wasn't sure if it would set off the alarm, but the sight of a happy Chuuya watching the trees and the first snowflakes was something special. something he would want to remember if his system were restarted from scratch.
"What's there?" he asked, pointing to the raw concrete pillars that had become exposed after the leaves had fallen.
"Electric fence," he muttered, sitting on the single step into the living room, he had never gone further than that, though Chuuya explored the manor's nooks and crannies with greater enthusiasm. He was sure the area wasn't completely surrounded by it when the subject had spotted the deer a week earlier, though of course there was a possibility that there was a small herd in such a huge area.
"What's behind him?" He sat down next to him, leaning on his shoulder, an affectionate gesture he had managed to get used to, simply recognizing it as necessary for Chuuya's existence.
"Mountains," he replied, and according to Japan's plans, there was also a hiking trail and a road to the nearest city, Yokohama.
"I'd like to go out and see it all," he sighed softly, wrapping his arms tighter around the android's figure. Mori says I became sad." Yes, he noticed that Chuuya smiled less often, sat with him in silence more often, and sometimes he even had the impression that he was sleeping, leaning on his body.
"Are you sad? Why?" he asked, watching as a wrinkle of thought appeared between the redhead's eyebrows.
"I don't know," he finally said with a shrug, once again proving his perfection. He was just sad, for no particular reason or there were too many reasons for him to define. Humanity in its purest form." I guess it's partly because Mori blames you." He was always gloomy, no matter how many system updates Mori made to his software. He deleted files, added new algorithms, and yet he still felt this endless pity for himself. Deep in his memory bones he placed the responsibility for object, and the realization that A5158 did not need it to function made me even more sad.
"Would you like to escape?" he asked calmly. He didn't know why he had this idea, but for a moment he really thought he might be able to make it happen." Mori will turn me off, but you could be free." The man wouldn't be able to do that, he would have to make it ahead of his dying battery.
"Would you do that for me?" He nodded. He would do anything to see Chuuya's smile, even if it was the last sight he had to remember. He felt sadder because if Mori decided to restart him, he would surely lose all the memories he had. to register, and some he found valuable." When?"
"After the next examination," he muttered, because he already knew that the creator was leaving the estate, so they could sit in peace on the living room step, watching the world outside the windows.
"Osamu," he began quietly, nuzzling his cheek into his shoulder. I love you." He loved him too, in his own mechanical way. There was this incredible feeling in his circuits, impossible for him to feel.
"I want to run away with Chuuya," he said calmly in control, and the creator's darkening gaze surveyed his creation, not in anger, but in surprise that something similar had left his mind.
"So you shouldn't have told me about it," he muttered softly. He knew that, but he still had security protocols that, bypassing them, blocked certain functions, so he had to say so. That meant he had failed the facility before he could really think about what he wanted to do once he left the area. estate." "I know you're leaving the lab," he said calmly, with a sigh so heavy it caused panic to fill his mind. What do you want to achieve? You will be disabled. Your model is causing me too much trouble and I won't resume your work." Well, maybe that was what he meant. A beautiful death at the hands of the creator himself, although he didn't think it counted as suicide anymore." I will also turn off Chuuya." Dying with your loved one didn't seem the worst, especially when Mori planned to do it in the short future anyway. A5158 finally fulfilled its functions, it worked perfectly, even beyond expectations.
"You're going to do it anyway," he muttered darkly, and the man narrowed his eyes at the innocent despair in his voice inflection. If we run away I will feel freedom, wind and sun. If his sensors work properly, he will complete the study, right?”
"Yes, but," he began whimpering, because his creation undoubtedly had more consciousness than it had initially. It had done things according to calculations before, in fact it still did, that was what its brain was based on after all, but it was no longer limiting itself, as if it had deliberately set up wrong equations, to be considered more human." If I just need to turn you off, I can do it now.”
"I want to see Chuuya smile. Then you will turn me off." A pathetic thought that what he saw last would be the most valuable. He had no soul that could be saved at this one sight, experience redemption and peace. He was an android, after disconnection there was only darkness, just like before he was turned on . His consciousness was not afraid of it, it was too natural to his nature and origin. Mori's laptop felt no regret when it was turned off after work.
"You failed the test. "I could charge you or turn you off remotely," he said calmly, closing the lid of his computer, "but there's a greater chance your battery will run out before you reach the nearest city." He knew it. That's where he derived a little hope that Chuuya would then escape." Just tell me why you want to do it.”
"I don't know," he groaned. I guess I just love him." A surreal feeling that he shouldn't have felt, but it was there. Then he saw the man's slight smile, so he was allowed?
"Wait until tomorrow. "I'll disable some locks in your body and arm the tracker," he muttered, brushing his hair back into a short ponytail. Head for Yokohama and I'll shut you down. If Chuuya's metrics finally show perfect results, you know what will happen to him.”
"You'll take it apart," he muttered. Knowing that parts of the object would end up in prosthetic devices, probably scattered all over Japan, well, it was strangely comforting, because then their prank would make some sense. He would have given it to someone else if he could feel an arm or a leg again, but he didn't this for humanity and for his redhead, to feel true happiness for this one moment." "Aren't you mad?"
"I can say it's a human feeling." He shrugged." This was the simulation I wanted to achieve." Human nature seemed unattainable to him. Chuuya was perfect, sometimes it seemed to him even more human than their creator, and now he admitted that he also had certain reflexes qualifying for this nature. Strange, warming a feeling, even though he didn't feel anything. He even had the impression that the sensor placed under his bandage was itching, that Chuuya was perfectly aware that Mori had found out about their plan, that she would accuse him of betrayal and stop feeling that wonderful feeling that made him stop analyzing everything mathematically and start paying attention to feelings. So he held the redhead's hand tightly as he pushed open the door of the house. A gust of wind blew their hair and the object seemed to fall he was extremely delighted with this. Sam had no sensors on his face, but Nakahara's skin flushed from the sensation. He dropped to the ground on his knees, combing the blades of grass with his fingers. bringing the greatest of smiles to his lips. So he decided that he would remember all this so that he could cherish it until the last second of his existence. Chuuya absorbed everything they passed with the innocence of a child. The trees and the waterfall and the animals passing by all faded as he saw the delight in the blue eyes, and then the first human passed them. He didn't pay any attention to them, they didn't arouse any suspicion, and yet he felt strangely uneasy. It was as if he had just realized where he was and what he was doing. He escaped from the safe lab as a form of sick experiment and double suicide. Mori was using him, he could feel it right under the bandages, even though he couldn't do it, and yet he felt like all his circuits were shaking, making him uncomfortable. From behind the tree line, as they stood on one of the scenic routes, they saw the city, and that's when the first modem in his body turned off to save power. Unnecessary feelings such as assigned happiness and all calculations regarding it ceased to function.
"Do you want to go back?" Chuuya asked quietly, noticing the change in his companion's behavior. The sudden cloudiness worried even him. He didn't feel it as sadness or pity, but as a monstrous collection of the worst thoughts and events. He no longer had more optimistic versions of his thoughts, everything seemed to him so hopelessly bleak. By the time they left the mountain trail, he had lost his spatial perception. The world had become even sadder, devoid of depth, he had the impression that he was only looking at a huge photo, flat and devoid of details." Dazai?”
"Everything's fine," he lied, glad that at least the software was still working properly. Nothing was wrong, the alarm in his head was ringing louder and louder. He felt the last bits of energy being sucked out of other parts of his body, and he could barely move anymore. fingers, when they received less of it. In the center of Yokohama, he sat down, unplugged the legs and balance modem, so that he could look deeply at the red-haired man again. He just stroked the cat, simply, he found one on the street and ignoring the people he loved, he took care of him. He realized that this was his humanity. He was not of their species, but he acted like them, and since no one paid them attention, Chuuya's hands fell to the bench as well battery disconnected them completely. Then the subject looked at him, smiling slightly and sadly, because he already knew at what cost his companion kept up with him. If they kept walking forward, maybe he would be able to charge enough battery to go further, but they stopped at the sight of every butterfly, fox and flower. Then it dawned on him that this would be the last thing he would see. Chuuya kneeling on the sidewalk, with a calico cat on his lap, with flowing hair and a face flushed with emotions. It was a beautiful thing. Surpassing anything he had ever seen before. And darkness came.
He believed that the most valuable thing he could see was right after waking up. When he opened his eyes, he saw a pair of blue ones staring at him smugly. He felt an electric tingling in his limbs, but he couldn't move them. The man sitting next to his repair station was still putting it together. When he sat down for the first time, he still couldn't speak, he didn't know how to do it, but he already knew what he was. An android, an object pretending to be human. He felt, he was happy, he was sad and he thought. It was a computer so advanced that it did not perform calculations, but actually understood. So he watched the two from his tank. He floated in the warm goo, hearing and feeling everything around him. He was breathing and wanted to take his first real breath, uncontrolled by the equipment. So he was a perfect creation.
"Do you want to name him?" the creator asked then, placing a hand on the redhead's shoulder.
"Osamu Dazai," he said warmly, placing his fingers on the thick glass. "I'm Chuuya. We were made for each other.”