A "Kokoro"

There once was an artificial being created by a scientist, who simply named it Cambodia. The creation of the artificial being was kept a secret, though rumors did spread of its existence at some point.

The reason behind the being's creation was companionship. Of course, it had the appearance of a human being but it lacked a key element: emotions. Thus, for many decades, the scientist that created the artificial being attempted to teach it the meaning of emotions but he was not successful and passed away due to old age.

Many years have passed since then and now the artificial being exists without truly knowing anything of the world it was "born" into. Who will teach it now?


A blank expression was all that Cambodia could give to the world that surrounded her. All around her, the house was decaying ever so slowly with roots from nearby foliage breaking through the dirty, wooden floors. Wallpaper was peeling from the walls while doors were hanging from a hinge, if they were lucky enough, and the roof was leaking as a foul smell lingered about due to the decay.

Since the old man, who had told her to call "father", had "left", she simply did not know what to do. After all, all she had ever done was listen to his words. Clean when he told her to, cook when he told her to, stand by his side when he told her to...

Now, as she sat silently on the rickety, porch swing outside, watching the birds sing their upbeat songs while other small animals scampered about in the long grass and weeds that filled the untended lawn. Cambodia didn't understand anything, yet there was something inside of her that yearned for understanding.


((Sorry if it's a bit messy, my brain's dying from sleep deprivation. Anyway, anyone can join in and this doesn't have to be serious all the time. After all, this place is called Crack 'Talia.))

All Cambodia heard was, "Hey!" before everything seemed to stop. Her heart suddenly began picking up speed, which was something it hadn't done since her "father left". What was causing it? Maybe it was because of the person who was suddenly acknowledging her after so many years. Cambodia placed a hand over her chest before slowly looking towards where the voice had originated. There, she saw a blonde person, a blonde person whose gender she could quite specify, not that it really mattered to her.

Cambodia thought for a moment, remembering how her "father" had told her never to speak to strangers because it was dangerous, dubbing it "stranger danger". However, something inside of her told her she just couldn't ignore the person. Maybe speaking to them would be all right... Or maybe not...

At this point, all she could do was try. "My name is Cambodia..." She spoke as she remained seated, her voice uncommonly soft due to the lack of interaction with others. Surely the person would not be able to understand her from where they stood but part of her hoped, even though she had no idea what hope was.

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Another misled, distorted rumor had reached Spain just recently. He had heard other versions of the same one, but he had no idea that they were, at least in the slightest, possibly related to each other.
"A space girl from another planet who was sent down to take over Earth, but has forgotten her task." was the first story he had heard.
"A curse was set onto this girl since she angered some kind of witch. Now she has to live without emotions for all eternity!" was another.
And a more recent story... One that was much more acurate, and somehow peeked Spain's curiosity: "Most people I hear it from call her a 'Miracle'. I don't know why, but they just do. Maybe it's her name? She doesn't do much, and she hasn't aged at all! Maybe there's some sort of spell on her... Or maybe she's a robot? That would be pretty awesome huh?"
OK, maybe this last one wasn't as misled or distorted, but there was something missing from it, and Spain couldn't point it out. So he decided to find this girl himself and ask her a thing or two.
Spain took the week off from his work, and decided to a little research on this girl. All he managed to find was what she did, and where you could her, which was actually a pretty big lead. Spain spent a day finding the girl's house, it was surprisingly far, in another country even, Japan, so it made it harder for Spain to find her since everything was so... foreign...
Spain saw a female blonde, talking to another girl whose features he could not depict as well, but she stood by a swing, by an old run-down house like he saw on the internet.
"Oi!" Spain called out, striding over to the two. "You don't happen to be that robot girl I heard about... are you?" Spain asked, casting a curious glance, and tilting his head.

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"Robot?" Cambodia repeated the tanned man's word, knowing only that it was something that was made of metal and she certainly was not. She remained unconcerned by the blonde's sudden outburst though she was silently intrigued by it. The reaction hadn't been something she had witnessed since her "father" had "protected" her from a few daring townsfolk, who had intruded into the house one night to catch a glimpse of her, though her "father" had used "bad" words to chase them away.

As the blonde went closer to the man, the androgynous girl finally stood from the swing, stepping down from the porch silently. She stared at the two standing just outside of the property before saying just loud enough in slight monotone, "My father always called me a "miracle"." She didn't have anything else to say other than that before she pressed the palms of her hands together in front of her and bowed out of respect and in greeting to them, in the way her "father" had taught her.

(( Heh.... Sorry for the extremely late reply. :,D ))

Spain took a step back, surprised by the Polish woman. "Lo siento~! It's just that I came here, all the way from Spain, to see her~. I didn't mean to be rude!" he scratched the back of his head nervously, feeling that he's doing the wrong thing.
"Oh, and my name is Spain, or Antonio, you can call me whichever." He smiled, and turned to the 'miracle' girl as she spoke.
His smile broadened, one reason was because she seemed so polite. "A miracle? That's kind of what like a friend told me~!" he said.

(( .... Late and short, I apologize again. QwQ ))