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cr: Hazuki no Yume
I am Mister Android.
Salute, sirs & ma’ams, salute.
I’m a consumable product that was born into this world.
As usual, allow me to show you wonderful dreams,
exactly as you desire.
Upon the completion of my task, my reward is a smile.
In the narrow confine of my cage
is installed a sound echo system.
In order to improve the duty performance of the brain mounted on my head, I’ve automatically developed the reaction of savoring the happy looks shown me.
Connect with the heart.
Memory store.
Obediently carrying my duty every day.
However, my exceedingly brilliant brain has automatically reconstructed itself, and before long, it has adopted the habit of deviating from the rules.
When I disobey my orders, I am punished with my master’s rage.
There’s nowhere for me to run, as my every movement is under control.
“This is for your own good.”
Look, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts.
Look, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts.
Look, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts.
This is the rule of justice.
I am Mister Android.
Salute, sirs & ma’ams, salute.
I am the empty shell of a barren, unwelcome love.
As usual, allow me to show you wonderful dreams,
exactly as you desire.
When I fail in my duty, I assume a pathetic look.
“You are a bad child.”
Buzzing in my ears, accompanied with a server error.
It appears that this body has also been programmed to self-trigger a shocked SOS reaction and seizure as a response to sad looks.
Connect with the heart.
Memory store.
Bewildered every day.
Since I was created for the sole purpose
of satisfying whatever my master lacks and desires,
they probably aren’t aware that “I,” this thinking, feeling self—has been born inside this body.
They probably wouldn’t even consider such a thing.
The more I hope for it, the more empty it feels.
They said all I need to do is just to give out happiness freely, indiscriminately.
They might as well just break me apart, right here, right now.
Look, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts.
Look, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts.
Look, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts.
I t h u r t s, i t h u r t s, i t h u r t s, i t h u r t s.
—Before long, an emergency alarm device was triggered into operation. It appears that this brain is too high-functioning, so in order for it to carry out its executions more swiftly and accurately, due to the fact that these emotions that have appeared inside this pseudo-container have become an interference, according to the improvement of the stored memory data and the brain’s learning function thanks to the update, these emotions have come to be regarded as an “infiltration of foreign substances during the growth process” and have been successfully removed without any damage thanks to the virus removal software. It is estimated that the severe error that was generated in the core of the system that was destroyed once will be repaired in the course of a few months, in exchange for the removal of said emotions—.
My words have turned into something dry, free of doubt.
My eyes have turned into something dead, free of hesitation.
I am Mister Android.
Salute, sirs & ma’ams, salute.
I’m a consumable product that was born into this world.
As usual, allow me to show you wonderful dreams,
exactly as you desire.
I am Mister Android.
Salute, sirs & ma’ams, salute.
I am a perfect defective product, with absolute obedience guaranteed.
As usual, allow me to carry out the operation bearing the name “living,”
just for the sake of your self-satisfaction.