Just imagine that when you’re just starting kindergarten and they teach you about the time on your wrist, and you raise your hand in confusion and say “Mine isn’t working.” and one other kid says “Mine too.” And it’s the first kid you met on the first day of school. And your teacher just smiles at you two and you just sit there, young and confused until it sinks in a bit later.
MAKE A NOVEL I WILL BUY IT
MAKE A MOVIE I WILL WATCH IT
MAKE IT REAL I’LL BACKFLIP FOR YOU
I sit in the park, pondering. It rains around me, around the tree I use for shelter; I love the rain, and the thundering echoes of the lightning calm me as I consider many things. So many things. The pitter-patter of rain drowns out any noises from the surrounding area—cars, people talking, the general chatter of everyday life.
I am in silence…
…and I am alone.
You see, I have always had a problem. I have always been different, a little weirder than the rest. My counter…my counter is stuck. Forever paused, forever broken. Always at 4:44:44:44. Those numbers, everywhere in my life. Everywhere.
Four days, forty-four hours, forty-four minutes, forty-four seconds.
It has never changed.
I am alone, among the rain and trees, sitting there and staring at my wrist. I know it will never change. I know that this is a fate of mine, to be forever stuck with the broken counter. The one that never moves. Trapped. Alone.
And yet I find solace in my loneliness. Perhaps the reason for this lies within my mind, the place where everything is different. Yes, that’s where my true love resides; within the mind.
That’s what I tell myself, as I put my head between my legs and curl up:
"My love is within the mind…"
This… this timer.
This blasted timer. We all have one, installed at birth calling upon powers nobody truly understands to count down the time until we meet that ‘special someone’.
Oh, how everybody looks forward to that day, the day where life’s struggles will be shared with someone who thinks in a way that is compatible to your own style of thinking, where you are no longer alone in this wretched journey.
Except me, of course. My timer has displayed ‘ERROR’ ever since I can remember.
I don’t believe in romance.
It’s an illogical human theme, and while I may be biologically human, I’m a robot in every other way; the way I think, the way I act, and right down to the way I speak.
And no human could love a robot like me, could they? I’m doomed to be alone, right? Define ‘doomed’. Solitude has provided me company, since others have decided I am not worth their time.
So, you know what?
I honestly don’t care. I have more logical things to tend to.