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YJH is just tired. He is the only one that has been left standing on this planet since his creator abandoned this place centuries ago. He has lost the count of how long it has actually been because it is useless to keep track of time in this world where you can’t even notice any change. At first, it all felt like a betrayal. A cruel prank played upon him by fate and his creator. His consciousness, despite being a robot, was something his creator had been trying to achieve for years. One model after the other discarded. It piled up fast- 1,2,3 all the way to 1864th model which he was.
His creator Secretive Plotter, originally the real Yoo Joonghuk, was someone YJH can never understand. Why was that mad scientist so obsessed with making a humanoid robot with something akin to it’s own consciousness? He was already someone who had developed a way to extend his lifespan so much that he might as well be immortal. Well the answer to that question also vanished like SP did one day, centuries ago.
When YJH came to, he was already here alone. Left incomplete in SP’s lab along with all the work records SP had. That was how he was able to complete his own design and know who his creator was in the first place.
With the resources he found in the lab, he got to know about this planet, Earth and all of it’s beauty only to realize it had long been destroyed by it’s own inhabitants. When he first went out of the lab which was underground, there was no single signs of life in sight. No green things he read about called trees or the creatures who he is supposed to look like, humans. Did they flee to space like he knew his creator did or did they simply just perish without anywhere to go?
He was all alone in this vast planet without any mission, cause or reason. Just existing meaninglessly like how this planet is also just another floating rock in the universe, a speck of dirt that doesn’t matter in the grand scheme of things. He, at first, wanted to contact his creator but he had no means to do that. In the first place, if he was of use to his creator, he would not have been abandoned in the first place.
The lab was sophisticated enough that he was able to fix himself when needed. But it was lonely. Cursed with the consciousness of a human, he also craved for that connection which he could not describe. A strong pull towards something he can’t put a name on. So he roamed around the Earth for all this time. Not in search of anything particular, but in hopes that one day, this feeling (can it even be named that?) will subside or resolve on it’s own.
Today was no different. He is just tired of it all now. Is this what it means to be depressed? Nothing ever changes, not the feelings or this scenery, if you could even call this barren land that. Just those pesky rocks and a weird looking thing floating in the sk- .. huh ? This is the first anomaly YJH has witnessed in the centuries he’s been here. As he walks towards it, there’s an odd feeling, a mix of anticipation and wariness.
As he approaches the thing which just landed, he sees a shadowy figure. A silhouette that looks almost like him. Too much like him. He has no idea what to do with this development.