A Story Not Planned

"Do you want to die, or just tell me a story?"
"You just want a story?"
"I don't need anything else."
"OK, Mr. R. I guess I have no choice but to make up a story for you."

When I stopped being a child, this world lost one more fearless boy. It was not a sad story, because this world and every adult living in it had already got used to this situation. You know what I mean, there always are more child coming, so losing the older ones is not a big deal. I know that, because I am an adult now. I've been an adult for many years.

So you were fearless when you were a child?

Yes, "were". But I am not very sure if I was ever fearless. Time has always been fucking your memory. You would never understand that; you robots never forget, not a bit of goddamn things.

Not true. Robots lose some bits occasionally, and when there is no storage, we have to delete some memories.

OK, whatever. You are overlords now. I can't argue with you. Just let me continue my story. So where to begin? Or when?

I don't know. It's not my story.

And it's not a question too. I got it! It was a night after a cat-killing raining daytime when I was staying in a bar name Tsichiwa for no any particular reason. I guess I was just bored. I ordered a bottle of beer and sipped it at the corner near the bathroom which was spouting out some kind of nasty smell. But I got used to that very soon, just like I got used to this even more nasty world. Then I saw her. A real girl I swear I had never saw one like her before. She was just beautiful. No, she IS beautiful.

You mean "sexually attractive"?

You can say that. Then I thought I should go to say hi or something. But I couldn't; I just couldn't ruin the moment I had, and now I am glad I made that decision.

Why?

Because the literal she may has become a nagging old woman, most women do that.

You are right.

No, You wouldn't understand.

So that's all your story?