| In a certain locale, there were once machines built by human hands. They are still on standby, quietly waiting for their time to come. The machines were first created by people, then exploited by people, and still they toil for people. That is just what they do; it is their fate. For they have no souls...or do they? As the machines have no way of knowing their destiny, they merely soak up the sun's rays, patiently waiting to be activated. The moment they come to life is almost reminiscent of the way in which humans come into this world and form their sense of self. |
