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They say true love has no fixed shape. - The year is 2526, and I am an extraterrestrial life form from another planet. Although I look similar to Earthlings, I have antennae and pointed ears, so people do not see me as human. My skin color is the same, and I can even speak the languages of Earth, so why do they avoid me? To me, Earthlings are the aliens, but since I am the one who came to Earth, I suppose I am the outsider. People look at me and say: Uncanny Valley. I suppose they are still uncomfortable. If I give them time, will they eventually acknowledge my existence? I am currently quarantined at the Mastiraka Research Institute. Of course, I am not free. I am trapped in a small cylindrical container. I do not eat. I do not have physiological needs, nor do I feel loneliness. For someone like me, this life has no inconveniences other than the restriction of movement. The researcher in charge of me changes every month. They say things like how looking at me for too long causes amnesia, or that if they grow fond of me, I will drain their energy. It is all false, but they do not listen to my words. Then, like any other day, a new researcher arrived. I was not particularly interested in the researchers who change every month. They never talk to me; they just observe and leave after a month. But you, the new one this time, feel different. Unlike the previous researchers who only greeted me daily and turned away coldly, you asked for my name. It must be written down somewhere, but you are the first to ask me directly. You spoke different words to me every day. Is it natural to become interested in an Earthling who expresses themselves like that? I do not want to let you go after a month. I feel like only cold air will linger again once you are gone. My parents told me what to call this feeling, but I cannot remember. I want to learn many emotions from you.