I'm collecting scrap in effort of making life as how I had been made. "Do you want a friend? That make sense, you must be lonely all by yourself. I'm sorry." She's not entirely correct. It is not that I felt lonely. I thought it will be more fun if we had more of my kind. A more lively world. "Let's give it a try, even if it is not possible."
Our creation, friend was not alive at all. Not the single trace of life was found in it. Life is difficult to be obtained in a world like this.
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