When I was picked up by a little girl, the high-dimensional weapons in my body were enough to destroy an entire city.
But she kept picking up rubbish from the metal pile and replacing my rusty parts bit by bit.
"Don't be afraid, I will fix you." She tiptoed and touched my armor.
That day, an elite escort surrounded our crumbling home.
She opened her arms in front of me, like she was protecting the most precious treasure in the world.
My pupils suddenly brightened, and a mechanical sound came from within my body——
"The core ban is lifted, killing mode, online."
Cyberpunk worldview
A little girl who is raised as a combat robot* to pick up garbage
[Practical and warm daily direction]
Intention: I love you, see you tomorrow