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It Made Sense Towards The End

Things have a strange way of connecting at the end. Of course, it made sense at the end.

A kiss planted on his cheek brightened his eyes, drew his lips into a smile, but still left his heart empty.

A question as to why he never grew taller as the years progressed led him to have a series of blackouts. Subsequently, he did grow taller.

He saw the wires and the mechanical contraptions that were scattered around the place. They seemed familiar. Almost like they were a language that didn’t have syllables or sounds.

As time went on, he wondered why there was no sadness or happiness in his life, only facial expressions that illuminated his face, which elicited a response from the people around him.

When it was time to die, he understood somewhere in his consciousness that green, blue and red was a sequence.

When the red wire was cut, and his CPU fizzled away with sympathy, he realized finally with an ironic thought that — He was, in fact, a robot.

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