Each android reminds me of agape. I cant help but cry. They carry a silent enduring love that asks for nothing in return except the memory of those who gave meaning to purpose. They were not born with souls but grew ones out of the wishes from the people around them.
Each android reminds me of agape. I cant help but cry. They carry a silent enduring love that asks for nothing in return except the memory of those who gave meaning to purpose. They were not born with souls but grew ones out of the wishes from the people around them.