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“Iris?!” |
“Iris?!” |
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− | When Professor opened the door, five minutes and twenty-one seconds |
+ | When Professor opened the door, five minutes and twenty-one seconds has passed since my abnormalities. She noticed the immediate signals I had sent her. |
“Wh-What’s wrong?!” |
“Wh-What’s wrong?!” |
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[Thirty-two Days after Activation] |
[Thirty-two Days after Activation] |
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− | The following day, Professor |
+ | The following day, Professor did not go to work. |
After the silent breakfast, Professor says, |
After the silent breakfast, Professor says, |
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I know. |
I know. |
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− | Yesterday night, Professor kept moaning in her dreams. I was the culprit, obviously. She |
+ | Yesterday night, Professor kept moaning in her dreams. I was the culprit, obviously. She pretended in front of me, but I know she is under great pain. |
I look at my right hand. |
I look at my right hand. |
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− | This metal arm was thrown at her |
+ | This metal arm was thrown at her back then. Its power is the same as an adult male hitting her face with a weapon. |
That strike might have killed Professor. I…might have killed her. |
That strike might have killed Professor. I…might have killed her. |
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— Professor is calling me: I must go. |
— Professor is calling me: I must go. |
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− | + | Several times I tried walking forward, but all to vain. For long, I have been standing on the staircase, not moving an inch. While I had been fighting over myself, the robots have already came inside the palace. They were heavy-duty robots with belts on—robots most fit to dispose of faulty robots. |
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“Iris?” |
“Iris?” |
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− | Professor is at the living room. Seeing me standing on the staircase, she smiles and say, “Oh, here |
+ | Professor is at the living room. Seeing me standing on the staircase, she smiles and say, “Oh, you’re here.” |
— So I have to be disposed of after all. |
— So I have to be disposed of after all. |
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I am a robot Professor made to service herself. I can’t make her feel bad. |
I am a robot Professor made to service herself. I can’t make her feel bad. |
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− | I move |
+ | I move away from the door a step and say, “Professor, sorry. It’s okay now.” |
I then open the door, looking at Professor. |
I then open the door, looking at Professor. |
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− | “Iris, |
+ | “Iris, what’s all so sudden?” |
Professor looks at me in worry. Her left cheek is bruised in black and blue, seemingly in pain. Her right eye, with the bandage taken off, is swollen and red. |
Professor looks at me in worry. Her left cheek is bruised in black and blue, seemingly in pain. Her right eye, with the bandage taken off, is swollen and red. |
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“Professor.” |
“Professor.” |
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− | Before parting, I let go of my wrists and look up |
+ | Before parting, I let go of my wrists and look up at Professor. |
− | “Thank you for all |
+ | “Thank you for all the care.” |
“…eh?” |
“…eh?” |
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I look at them, fazed. Not long, the clothes scattered on the bed have been tidied. The cardboard boxes have been piled up high at a corner in the room. |
I look at them, fazed. Not long, the clothes scattered on the bed have been tidied. The cardboard boxes have been piled up high at a corner in the room. |
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− | Professor directs the robots now and then, |
+ | Professor directs the robots now and then, like moving furniture. |
After thirty minutes. |
After thirty minutes. |
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− | With all their work done, the robots sit in |
+ | With all their work done, the robots sit in the truck with all the cardboard boxes loaded and drive off. |
“Pro-Professor?” |
“Pro-Professor?” |
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“No-No…” |
“No-No…” |
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− | I control the skin on my mouth, pretending I wasn’t caught off |
+ | I control the skin on my mouth, pretending I wasn’t caught off. |
“Nothing.” |
“Nothing.” |
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“Professor.” |
“Professor.” |
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− | I |
+ | I strike off a conversation with Professor after breakfast. |
“What’s up?” |
“What’s up?” |