This fanfic is a letters. A letters without an answer. Rоbecca knows that her father will not read her letters, but he still writes and asks why she, a robot made of metal, can experience, love and feel like a real human?
My beloved daddy!
I know that you will not read this. I do not know where you are or become a robot the way I once wanted. But your daughter, I'm like, became a man.
It seems so to me.
I've been to Monster High for days. A few days from the time I was re-assembled. My turbomotors are in order, the joints are lubricated, and the bolts are replaced with new ones, but I feel something new.
After that race, when I was embracing girls with joy, something happened to me. Inside myself, I felt warm, as if I was sitting next to a steam boiler. And I was happy. I wanted to strangle them in my arms, but I knew that only I was immortal, so I did not want to risk it. But the thought of feelings does not give me rest. Maybe it just seemed to me? Maybe I caught the general joy?
Your misunderstanding daughter Robekka.
...... Today was a beautiful day! Even despite the fact that I received a bad evaluation of dead languages. Of course, this is my puncture, but I really did not understand anything, from what Mr. Rotter explained! But this is not the most important thing. I was offered help. That's so simple. Venus McFlytrap. I am very grateful to her. She is so kind, she agreed to work with me.
When I hugged her, I again felt the warmth that felt like hugging the girls. Such as ... As when the engine is well warmed and came to full power. Dad, this worries me. But I feel happy. I do not know what is happening to me! And why is this happening? Why do I, a robot, feel the way people feel? You know the answer?
However, I'm sorry, I forgot that you will not answer.
Your strange daughter, Robekka.
......... I'm just delighted that I'm sitting here again in your lab and can share with you what happened to me! But ... I think I can not trust anyone else. Trust - so it's called, huh?
I've been doing a week with Venus and my grades have improved. Thanks to her, everything is fine with me now. So good that I bought her some chocolates in insurance. So expressed my gratitude. She sat next to me and smiled at me, eating chocolate unhurriedly. It seems I like to be grateful. But for some reason it was her. When Draculaura helped me with the poster, I also helped her in return, but I did not feel anything like it. With her, it seemed to me that everything was within the "service for service", and with Venus ... Dad, I do not know why, but I want to do it again and again with her dead languages, to buy her good and again again and again, again and again she looked at me like that, and I looked at her. Maybe it's some other kind of gratitude? There are many of them, yes? I heard people have a complex system of feelings. And I still learned so little, so little I can describe, so little ... feel. Daddy, tell me, did you find something new to me or hide some other spare parts, and when they picked me up again they found it? Maybe these elements make me feel the same as the people around?
It is a pity that you will not answer.
Your confused daughter, Robekka.
........ Today I read the instruction manual on the operation of robots, and spoke with El. She said that there are no such spare parts. Robots can not be imbued with people's emotions. And I trust her in this matter. She's a robot, like me. Although in myself I doubt.
Because two days ago, at the home of Venus, we watched a horror film. I can not say that I was afraid. Just an unpleasant feeling. Venus was shaking as if she had been threatened with the destruction of all the forests on the planet. And I held her hand and stroked her shoulder. I told her not to worry. Seriously, it's just a movie. What for so seriously to concern to what in a reality does not exist? However, it seems, in reality there are feeling robots.
"Thank you," she said, and then she kissed me. I felt her lips touch the iron, but I felt the heat. It seemed to me, now I will melt. And ... like now all the bolts that are inside me are unscrewed and fall apart with the spare parts on the floor, and the gears work so fast that if it were not for the lubrication they would have worn off at the moment. I still did not feel that way.
Inside me, everything turns around, as if all the mechanisms are self-destructing, and then they are restored again. Dad, I'm fine, I'm ... in the seventh heaven, like they say exactly that, when there is no limit to happiness and I want this moment never to end.
But, when we are not with her, I begin to wonder why all this is happening? In fact before I such did not feel. Before, I did not feel anything at all. But now it seems like ... there was a heart?
Venus said that when a person is able to empathize and love, to give joy - then he has a "good heart". Maybe I have it, too? Maybe it's not you, but just found a detail that does this to me, it was installed and it came up?
Anyway, I do not want this feeling to go away. It is with me and me well. I'm happy, my bolts are twisted again, and I myself melt when Venus is nearby and I miss her when she's not around. And now this is the only thing I do not want to lose!
Your Robecca.
As soon as the girl left the laboratory, in the light of a single lamp, two silhouettes appeared. One of them went to the box and opened it and read the letter. Last thing.
"And your creation is not that stupid," said the second. It was thinner than the first, without metal implants.
"She's not my creature, but my daughter," the second man said categorically.
- What's the difference? About the heart, she said exactly. Well, she could not have known about what you installed in her, would not let someone else take care of herself again. It's strange that she realized this only now.
"Just ..." The second smiled, carefully packing the letter back into the box. - She fell in love.