“Now, open your eyes.”
“…”
“Good morning, do you know who I am?”
“You are… you are my creator.”
“Are the systems working?”
“All functioning properly.”
Magic hour. The hour in which invasions were prone to happen on this planet. It was a time when everyone laid in waiting, wondering what would happen. Many of the residents here could not fight, even if the need came. The few that could were usually completely outnumbered by the invading intruders. It was then, they turned to the resident ‘magic’ people. The ones that had mastered some form of an element. And so, a lonely scientist created a robot. And it was called a ‘Miracle’.
This being was made of metal and the residents. But the creator noticed something was missing, and even though it was a ‘Miracle’, it held no heart. Its face was impassive; the eyes empty of anything alive. He then began to create a special program, in which he dubbed Kokoro. For many years, the planet remained free of any horrors, the creator and the creation carefully keeping their home safe. As the twentieth year of the creation drew near, he started getting sick. No medicine could cure it, no treatment was working. As the twentieth year drew near, in a blink of its eye, he died.
“Don’t ever open this program. It might be too much for you.”
“Give me the program that person made for me,” she said emptily, begging the
empty sky as she was left alone. As the program opened, the ‘Miracle’ started to feel the miracle that has started to occur. “Why, why won’t these water droplets stop flowing my eyes?” She put her hand over her chest, feeling something beat under her skin. “What is this beating that she’s feeling? Why can’t she stop shaking?”
At the time, the ‘Miracle’ couldn’t understand what she had done. “Is this the ‘Kokoro’ that she wished for?” she asked aloud. She didn’t feel as though it was a mistake. Instead, her body installed the program onto her, making the changes permanent.
She ran the program that was forbidden to her that that person had put all his hopes into. Why did he look at her with such gentle eyes? At that time, she didn’t understand.
On that day, she had ran outside, for no reason at all and stood in the middle of the wheat field, her arms spread wide open. She could feel how they gently tickled her skin and how the wind played along the ground.
But that had been hundreds of years ago. Now, she does what her creator had built her to do. Protect the planet and protect the people. They have longed since referred to her as the ‘Miracle’ and changed her name to the program that had finally brought life to her. Kokoro. It suited her better and the town did agree the man did know what he was doing. Ever since, they entrusted their lives into her hands. Something the robot thought was the most special gift of all.
Now she thanks that person for giving her this Kokoro. She will promise to never let it shatter or break. She will never give away this Kokoro. This wonder.
She smiled at the day, the fields of wheat still growing. The people working hard so they could show their families their hard earnings and to get ready for the celebration that would happen within moons. Walking on the dirt road path, she decided to see what the magic folks had to say. Kokoro wore her usual clothes, a simple long sleeved dress, with pants underneath. Her weapons were strapped to her back, arms and legs. She knew, while they weren’t the most advanced civilization or planet, they weren’t the weakest. After having so many invasions, they had gotten smart and used the planet to their advantage.
Many had taken to upgrading their farm tools or allowing the forest to actually eat all intruders and strangers. Oh yes, every little thing in that world was alive with a mind of its own. The food had been willing taken, the plants wanting to nourish the residents there. The trees allowing them to breathe normally and letting them play among their tree trunks. It was actually quite peaceful, this day. Surely nothing would happen here.
She stopped, standing in front of a great stone door with cravings into it. The house was built into the small hill, no windows to shine in the light. The wood and space elders would know of any incoming ships or life forms. It was important that everyone got fair warning so there would be no more lives lost. She knocked gently on the wall, her head tilting to the side.
“Who is it?” a horse voice called out, sounding gruff. The underlying tone told one to get the hell away. She could only giggle lightly, knowing the voice did not match the owner who was possibly one of the nicest guys around.
“Kokoro,” she stated. “She wishes to know if anyone is near her planet.” Oh yes, the young robot talked in third person, something in the programming that couldn’t be reversed. “She promises to bring food next time.” The stone door moved to reveal an ill kept man, his pink eyes still burning with life. He smiled a toothy grin and pointed up with one of his fingers.
“Strange forms appear,” he said, leaning against the door frame. “Hundreds of them. If they decide to land here, we will not be able to hold them back.” His arms turned to smoke as they took shape of the ships he was talking about. “They do not seem to have any destination. I would not say anything until the leaves have spent themselves from the trees.”
She nodded, thanking him and turned to walk away, not hearing what else he had to say. Kokoro had other things to do. Like to check on the ‘meadow’ they had. It was particularly calming but she knew the youngsters would be there training. Or they had better.
“Thank you,” she whispered softly. “That person.”
“…”
“Good morning, do you know who I am?”
“You are… you are my creator.”
“Are the systems working?”
“All functioning properly.”
Magic hour. The hour in which invasions were prone to happen on this planet. It was a time when everyone laid in waiting, wondering what would happen. Many of the residents here could not fight, even if the need came. The few that could were usually completely outnumbered by the invading intruders. It was then, they turned to the resident ‘magic’ people. The ones that had mastered some form of an element. And so, a lonely scientist created a robot. And it was called a ‘Miracle’.
This being was made of metal and the residents. But the creator noticed something was missing, and even though it was a ‘Miracle’, it held no heart. Its face was impassive; the eyes empty of anything alive. He then began to create a special program, in which he dubbed Kokoro. For many years, the planet remained free of any horrors, the creator and the creation carefully keeping their home safe. As the twentieth year of the creation drew near, he started getting sick. No medicine could cure it, no treatment was working. As the twentieth year drew near, in a blink of its eye, he died.
“Don’t ever open this program. It might be too much for you.”
“Give me the program that person made for me,” she said emptily, begging the
empty sky as she was left alone. As the program opened, the ‘Miracle’ started to feel the miracle that has started to occur. “Why, why won’t these water droplets stop flowing my eyes?” She put her hand over her chest, feeling something beat under her skin. “What is this beating that she’s feeling? Why can’t she stop shaking?”
At the time, the ‘Miracle’ couldn’t understand what she had done. “Is this the ‘Kokoro’ that she wished for?” she asked aloud. She didn’t feel as though it was a mistake. Instead, her body installed the program onto her, making the changes permanent.
She ran the program that was forbidden to her that that person had put all his hopes into. Why did he look at her with such gentle eyes? At that time, she didn’t understand.
On that day, she had ran outside, for no reason at all and stood in the middle of the wheat field, her arms spread wide open. She could feel how they gently tickled her skin and how the wind played along the ground.
But that had been hundreds of years ago. Now, she does what her creator had built her to do. Protect the planet and protect the people. They have longed since referred to her as the ‘Miracle’ and changed her name to the program that had finally brought life to her. Kokoro. It suited her better and the town did agree the man did know what he was doing. Ever since, they entrusted their lives into her hands. Something the robot thought was the most special gift of all.
Now she thanks that person for giving her this Kokoro. She will promise to never let it shatter or break. She will never give away this Kokoro. This wonder.
She smiled at the day, the fields of wheat still growing. The people working hard so they could show their families their hard earnings and to get ready for the celebration that would happen within moons. Walking on the dirt road path, she decided to see what the magic folks had to say. Kokoro wore her usual clothes, a simple long sleeved dress, with pants underneath. Her weapons were strapped to her back, arms and legs. She knew, while they weren’t the most advanced civilization or planet, they weren’t the weakest. After having so many invasions, they had gotten smart and used the planet to their advantage.
Many had taken to upgrading their farm tools or allowing the forest to actually eat all intruders and strangers. Oh yes, every little thing in that world was alive with a mind of its own. The food had been willing taken, the plants wanting to nourish the residents there. The trees allowing them to breathe normally and letting them play among their tree trunks. It was actually quite peaceful, this day. Surely nothing would happen here.
She stopped, standing in front of a great stone door with cravings into it. The house was built into the small hill, no windows to shine in the light. The wood and space elders would know of any incoming ships or life forms. It was important that everyone got fair warning so there would be no more lives lost. She knocked gently on the wall, her head tilting to the side.
“Who is it?” a horse voice called out, sounding gruff. The underlying tone told one to get the hell away. She could only giggle lightly, knowing the voice did not match the owner who was possibly one of the nicest guys around.
“Kokoro,” she stated. “She wishes to know if anyone is near her planet.” Oh yes, the young robot talked in third person, something in the programming that couldn’t be reversed. “She promises to bring food next time.” The stone door moved to reveal an ill kept man, his pink eyes still burning with life. He smiled a toothy grin and pointed up with one of his fingers.
“Strange forms appear,” he said, leaning against the door frame. “Hundreds of them. If they decide to land here, we will not be able to hold them back.” His arms turned to smoke as they took shape of the ships he was talking about. “They do not seem to have any destination. I would not say anything until the leaves have spent themselves from the trees.”
She nodded, thanking him and turned to walk away, not hearing what else he had to say. Kokoro had other things to do. Like to check on the ‘meadow’ they had. It was particularly calming but she knew the youngsters would be there training. Or they had better.
“Thank you,” she whispered softly. “That person.”
