so take my hand let's fly through space
to be honest, i really don't have any memories of my entire childhood.
who you were before you suddenly became lost in an empty world is a mystery to you. you don't even know your own name or where you were born, or why you can't find any living person no matter where you look. you don't know much at all, if you're being completely honest with yourself. all you've got with you is a photo of yourself and a man you don't know, the only clue to who you might be or where you might come from. it's not much of a clue, but it's enough for you to start looking for the place where the picture was taken. easier said than done, but you don't have much else you can do right now.
you wander for a long time, going all over without stopping very much besides to look around, both for the place in the picture and just for anything at all. it doesn't take you very long to really see just how lonely and empty the world really is. you could walk for days and see no one besides the occasional ghost or animal. you really like the black birds that fly around from time to time. you kinda look like them, too, which is mostly why you like them. you decide you'll be crow from now on since you have no name. you don't think the black birds will mind too much anyway since they seem to like you, too.
there's lots of stuff just laying around everywhere you go, left behind for anyone to pick up. the things that shine in light when you hold them up to the sun are your favorites, or even the stuff that shines in the dark all on its own. whatever looks interesting, you pick up and carry it with you. you amass a good collection of shiny things that don't have owners and keep them. they're yours now no matter who they belonged to in the past. at least someone is using them, even if you don't really know what half the stuff you pick up is or what they're used for. it doesn't really matter; you like them so you pick them up. you end up reading a lot as well, pretty much anything you can get your hands on. you read the books you find about people, about what they were like before all this happened, whatever it was. it doesn't take long for you to see the differences in what you are and what humans are, because you don't do nearly half the things you read about. you begin to feel wary because you've not like the people in the books.
you're not really sure what you are, but you know you're not human.
well then i guess that makes me your number one buddy.
you run into a boy one night, a kind of wimpy looking boy who looks more like a lost dog than a person. he's the first living person, real flesh and blood and alive, who you've ever seen with your own eyes. he's not really what you expected out of a human, certainly not what you expected to see after searching for so long. you weren't sure you'd ever see anyone besides maybe the man in the photo. the world is just that empty. you look the boy over a bit, and it doesn't take long for you to decide that the two of you are going to be friends. like you're going to pass up this opportunity that just happened to fall in your lap, not after spending so long alone. you don't have any friends because you don't really like talking to any of the ghosts who are just hanging around. so you steal his locket, just like the pirate in one of the stories you read, and make seto chase you around. you realize you're being kind of mean to a kid you just met, but the pirate had a friend by the end of the book despite doing the same as what you're doing now, so why can't you make one too?
seto is a lot wimpier than you thought from just looking at him, a real whiner if anyone asked you. you're glad he doesn't give up, though, even if you do complain a lot whenever he catches you, calling him mean names and laughing in his face. you know you're being mean, but you're also having a blast. this is the most fun you can ever remember having in your life, even if that doesn't amount to very much. you've always wanted someone to talk to who wasn't dead, someone you could have fun with like in all the books you read. seto is a slowpoke and can't keep up with you at all, not to mention weak as can be, but just from this, just from him chasing you around and you running away is fun and much more than you could have ever asked for.
you're having so much fun that you get a little carried away with yourself and fall off the roller coaster in your attempt to show off and boast about how seto will never get you. the fall doesn't really do a whole lot to you besides be a hard impact against your body, but seto starts crying almost immediately. you don't really get why he's being such a crybaby since you're fine, not a single scratch on you as a matter of fact. like you could ever die from a fall like that. you give seto back the locket and you share your story, or the little one you have to claim as your own. you think it's only fair after all you've put him through. one night together in this abandoned park, a break in the searches the two of you have, and you feel like you've done more than you ever had in your life. but that's the problem. you still want to know where you came from, and seto has his own person to find. you take out one of the rings you've found along the way, one decorated with a skull, and tell him to keep it with him. one of your precious things to mingle with all of his.
then, you kiss him. you kiss him because he's your friend and the two of you are about to say goodbye to each other. you've seen it a lot in the books you've read so you don't really think it's too big a deal. seto flips out a bit about how he's never been kissed before and neither have you, but you don't really mind. it just means that you're best pals now, best friends forever. you've both shared a lot with each other tonight; this is just one more thing to add to the list. a kiss between friends, something to remember you by along with your ring.
seto leaves, and you set off on your journey once more.
that's good. that ring is proof of our friendship.
the pile of mechanical bodies surrounding you as you sit, too weak to move, too weak to really do anything even if you wanted to, is a constant reminder of just how different you really are. you had a feeling before that you weren't quite human, but you never quite put your finger on this outcome. you're just a machine, you look so much like all the other busted up robots in the room, and your battery is about to run out. you probably were never truly living before, but now you definitely won't be doing much of anything once your power goes out. you lasted a long time and you got this far, yet you still feel like you don't really know anything. all you know is that you're not human and you never could be. reading all the books left in the world can't change that. learning everything you could about humans can't make you one. you can't have friends if you're a machine.
weaker and weaker you grow by the second. it's getting to the point where you can barely lift up your head. your vision is fading, blackening the room and all the shutdown robots within it. soon you expect to be another part of the pile, left behind and forgotten, just like how you had forgotten yourself. there's not a whole lot you can do to save yourself. hell, you can't even move on your own. but you feel almost at peace with that, weirdly enough. you don't have to go anywhere anymore. you don't have to search anymore. you don't have to feel out of place in a lonely world anymore. you don't really have a choice in the matter, so you might as well accept it. you're not sure where you would go even if you could get up. you've been all over, and now you're here, battery dying finally after so long. at least you got here before your battery decided to go out on you.
it's so quiet, not that you can hear as well as you should right now. it's so quiet that seto's voice calling out to you comes in clear as day somehow, despite your systems failing one by one. seto does exactly what you expect him to: cry and try to keep you alive despite the odds, just like he did when he thought you had died before. you can't reassure him this time. a dying battery isn't something that you can just laugh off and act like it's nothing. this isn't falling off a roller coaster and hitting the ground just to get up like it was no big deal. you won't be getting up like that anymore ever, and there's nothing seto can do about it no matter what he says, no matter how much he pleads, no matter how many tears fall down his face. he's crying for something already dead.
you feel yourself slipping away slowly, losing even more functionality. even though seto is crying, trying to console you during your last few minutes when he should be worrying about himself, you're glad he found you, both now and before as well. seto is the only friend you have in a world with almost nobody left. he's the first person you really talked to, who you really connected with, who you shared things with that no one else knows. he's the best friend you have to say goodbye to now. but that's all right. knowing that you got to make at least one friend, even though you're not human, is the most precious piece of knowledge you have, even more precious than any trinket you've picked up along the way to get where you are now. you're leaving behind a piece of you in the ring you gave seto, something for him to remember you by as long as he keeps it with him. you'll be friends forever that way. it'll be all right. seto never had to cry for you.
you thank seto for being a friend to you, imparting your goodbye in your words, and your eyes slip closed for the first and final time in your life, the sound of his sobs the last thing you hear.
you are my number one friend. my best friend.
there was nothing to see after you had closed your eyes. you were no longer aware of anything after everything went dark. it was just dark
and you didn't have to think or do a single thing. nothing to write home about. not that you could anyway. can't write if you can't move.
that unaware darkness is what you expected to stay in for the rest of time. you had already felt it before it had consumed you entirely. there was no replacing your battery in your world, though you're sure seto probably tried to look for something so you could be up and running again. you would have told him it was useless if you knew about it, but obviously you didn't and you don't. so when you open your eyes again, it feels like no time has passed at all between saying goodbye to seto and wherever you are now. it's almost like you took a really short nap, because the memory of seto crying in your ear and hugging you like he didn't want to let you go was still as fresh as day in your mind, like it had just happened. it probably did just happen for all you know.
you had gotten fixed up by a bunch of strangers that's all you know. you didn't really stay long enough to find anything out other than that. you felt brand new, like your battery had never died in the first place, and you wanted to go outside, to stretch your legs after being shut down for who knows how long. at first you thought that maybe seto did find something to bring you back or maybe the last bits of humanity left had done something for you - for some reason; you certainly didn't know anyone who would go out of their way for you besides seto. going outside made you realize that was true at all, and where you were now is not where you had been. there certainly wasn't this many humans wandering around without a care in the world back in the place you knew. honestly, it was kind of weird to see so many people in one space. you're still a robot, definitely, but now you're a robot surrounded by even more humans than you could have ever imagined, and you stick out like a sore thumb.
you travel around for a long time. you've got nothing better to do with your newfound time. you still have questions that need answers, but you're not gonna get them here. better to familiarize yourself with where you are if you're going to be here for a while. from what you've heard, you're stuck here now and you probably won't be going back. time seems to go by pretty fast with you on the move again. it's natural for you to explore, and though your purpose is nowhere near the same as it was before, it gives you something to do now. you don't really talk with any of people living here. you're still not used to how crowded everything seems now, and time isn't really doing a whole lot for that. it's fine because you're used to being alone all the time, except for the time when seto was with you. you wonder how he's doing and if he ever got to find what he was looking for. you sure hope he had much more luck than you did on your own journey. it's kind of lonely without him sometimes, and you almost expect him to just find you one day, crying and blubbering like he usually does. it wouldn't surprise you. that kid can do a lot that you never thought he could. not exactly the wimp you thought he was, but he's still a huge crybaby.
you feel bad that the last memory you have of seto is him pleading for you to live with tears in his eyes, already missing you before you had gone. you wish you could tell him hey i'm here, i'm okay so you don't need to cry anymore, but you can't.
you're not sure you'll ever be able to reassure him or stop him from crying ever again.
we can save the human race
me and you