We don't need to ask trash for permission before throwing it out.

[Kenzi said for himself after he entered one of the narrow alleys. He leaned against the wall while still wearing a black mask on his face, to protect his identity.]

And of course, nobody comes back to retrieve trash either.

[He continues, in a low tone. He didn't know whether what he was feeling right now was sadness, despair? Or something else because he was thrown away by the laboratory where he was created.]

[Created, ordered, and discarded after no need. Actually, what's the meaning of his excistense in the world? Is this the essence of being an artificial being?]

They simply got bored of me, that's all.

[A solem tone in voice. He places his hand in his stomach, feeling hurt as he got injured after running away from the chaser sent by the organization from the laboratory to kill him. But he quickly turned his head to the side... and just realized that he was not the only person here.]