This is android number 818
committed suicide
The Creator did not give me a name
There is no such thing as "character"
I've been having a bit of a bad taste lately
Helping the master bear the memory of a love affair that is not unforgettable
The essence of creation is to be a writer, but the machine body seems to have some doubts about this goal and is gradually growing.
Intention: What does love bring to me?
