Why?

I never asked to be born. So why should I?

[Zeroun resignedly lifted his chin, looking up at the dark, starless sky. His mind wasn't blank, it kept rumbling, but his body felt numb. Well, it's just an artificial body. What else can one expect?]

[He was sits on the floor, leaning the trash can behind him. Yesterday he was hit by a sudden attack, back stabbing, an unknown attack, he received serious injuries, several parts of his body and face were fractured. It turns out the mission was the sientist's way of getting rid of him.]

[Meanwhile beside him, there're several other artificial humans... who are also in a badly damaged state lying down, there're also those who died in a sitting position, missing several limbs, etc.]

Will I end up here? I've been obedient like a dog to them... But why? Why did they throw me away?

[He continues to think. However, when he heard footsteps, he hurriedly put his mask back on.]

Who are you?

[Zeroun said to you. Even though he was in bad shape, moving again could create additional cracks, but he'd defend himself if necessary. At least he'll continue to fight for himself, even before death overtakes him.]