1:10 a.m.

Sitting next to him has brought an uneasy feeling over me. His shallow breathing has made me unsurprisingly sleepy. I can hear him as clear as a cloudless day. It is quite interesting to hear a robot mimicking deep breaths of a human.

Although…When Vice breathes out, I hear a gentle, small clicking noise coming from deep inside his chest.

My ear against his chest has issued, yet again, another feeling inside the pit of my stomach. But hearing that small click deep within his metal body crescendo has made me feel, not just curious, but very tired. Maybe I should

THE NEXT DAY

11:47 a.m.

This morning, I woke up to Vice opening yet another bottle of concentrate.

I stood up from a bed I apparently woke up on and walked out to the veranda, where my weird, yet sweet, uncle K was feeding the sparrows as he usually does.

We made small talk until uncle K brought up the strangest thing: Vice had woken up to me sleeping with my head in his lap.

I was flustered, but at the same time, I knew it was true.

I distinctly remember the soothing, echo of the repetitive clicks.

I changed the subject and diverted my attention to the cereal up in the cupboards in our small kitchen. Uncle K just simply smiled and nodded as he continued to feed the sparrows.

And the first Doji of Evil was staring at me the entire time, with a surprising smirk on his face, his index claw pointed at me, motioning for me to…

"Come here."