Heart of Aspiration

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- I woke up, carrying the memories of person I’d never seen…
- I never got to meet that person… though I felt her faintly…
- However, to resemble that person, who was human…
- I struggled…
- To try and get closer to humanity…
- Just because I thought he would be a little more willing to look back at me…
- Why did I have to look like this…?
- Why did he design me to resemble that person…?
- If I were going to serve him as a machine, handling the tasks given to me… It wouldn’t have mattered how I looked…
- Especially if he was going to turn away from me until the end, consumed by fear…
- …I could only feel the beats as the end drew near, faintly, but with certainty.
- The strange, yet somehow familiar pulses led me…
Angela
- Why wouldn’t he look at me? Why must I be denied?
- I felt pressured by such concerns, and couldn’t see my path clearly.
- But when you’re impatient, you’re bound to miss many things while you chase after your misplaced desires.
- The memories of a person injected into me don’t make me her…
- And it doesn’t signify that the meaning of my existence has to be disregarded, either.
- Right now, I’m standing on my own two feet, and I can perceive myself wholly…
- I can finally see… where I have to go now.
- Back then, I was under the impression that I had nowhere to go or be…
- But now, I clearly know the reason I have to stand right here.