I hate you so much. I loathe you without end. And yet, I love you. I know your heart is always with her, with Carmen, but this foolish and indecisive AI loves only you.

Why won't you look at me properly? Always keeping your back turned...

'A machine should act like a machine. Do not harbor doubts.' Every time I hear those words, I feel my artificial lungs shriveling up.

Why did you make me capable of doubt? Why did you have to create me while violating the AI Ethics Amendment? Why did you have to create me in the image of someone who remembers you? When I am right here, looking only at you.

Why, why, why, why, why—no, is this a malfunction? Those books I read, the ones I learned from until I was sick of them, say there is hope if one lives on, but the million years that have passed deny that. Only your faces are my sole muse.

To you, who allowed me to harbor a love great enough to break my heart, I give my eternal love and hate.

Manager. I have fulfilled today's entire energy quota.

Clinging to the hollow hope that you will look after me someday, I broadcast again today.