The next scene was the floor. I`m watching that floor steadily. What is it? I can feel something coming toward me. I move my "neck" vertically. Doing so, my field of vision changes. The girl is there. The girl who has always been watching me. The girl stretched out her hand to me. I then faced her and stretched out my own "hand". Our hands held on to one another .I couldn`t feel anything but... Even still, I know that we touched each other. At the same time, I began to feel it .That I really have been born into this world. I exist here. The girl can touch me.
This is a sad world. But, she is tender. As I touch the girl`s hand, my "heart" was filled with both sadness and tenderness at the same time. I was born here for her. I sacrificed everything about living in a new world which should have brought me happiness. The girl took my hand, helped me stand up, and let go. Then, she stood several steps before me and clapped her hands. I started walking in her direction. That`s right... I`m learning how to walk. My memory`s a blur. If I don`t try my hardest, I won`t remember. The girl is clapping her hands.
I walk. But my legs do not move the way I want them to. And then, I collapse onto the floor again. Nevertheless, we keep repeating this process over again, and the girl would take my hand so I could stand up. How many times have I fallen like this? Finally, I struggle to stand in front of her. Even though I was half the girl`s height, she took my body into her arms.... you really did well. The warmth. The only warmth there was in this world. The warmth that I was searching for. However, with a body of junk, I couldn`t feel that warmth. I looked up at her face. I had a lot of things to ask her. However, I didn`t have a mouth, so I couldn`t ask. I turned my "face" to the window. It was a window whose light was always bright. I want to see the outside world. I want to see this apocalyptic world with my own "eyes".