Warning: FEELZ
You have been warned. And If you've heard the songs Kokoro by Kagamine Rin and Kiseki by Kagamine Len you know exactly what kind of heartache you're going to go through. And your girl loved it so much she went ahead and EDITED IT for y'all
Kokoro- Japanese Word for 'Heart'
Kiseki- Japanese Word for 'Miracle'
STORYTIME!
Logan had been working his life away for this singular project. How old was he now? Sixty seven? Seventy six? He forgot how old he was. Whatever it was surely it can't be over eighty. All he cared about was this android that he spent his entire life on. It was easy building the framework and the body. The wiring and AI was moderately difficult, but it was similar to programming a character in a complex video game. Like our lord and savior Monika! JuSt MoNiKa! Logan had spent his childhood in coding and programming classes and got advanced degrees in that spectrum so he should be completely fine. However, there is one aspect to the android that has had him so frustrated that he could never create...
Scribbled papers filled his office that he never bothered to clean out. Numbers of all kinds and codings in various different computer scripts littered the monitors of his many computers. Blueprints and ideas scraped because it simply won't work. Logan Promethius Sanders was about to crack. His hair is practically all pulled out and his skin has wrinkled all over, but it isn't too bad. His glasses are severely outdated and his only sense of fashion is a white lab coat. As he was vigorously typing in one of his computers, he felt a tug on his Labcoat. He spun around in his office chair and there was his little creation. He was tiny and appeared young, maybe at most fourteen years old, but his earliest programming and development went back as long as Logan was twenty one. The android grew up with him. He loved the android so very, very much.
"Doctor, it's time for a break. You've been working so long your brain isn't going to function properly. It's Quality Time hour!"
Logan took a Sharp Inhale, not wanting to be dragged away from his work, however this was exactly why he programmed the inner clock within Virgil and never bothered to change it. The schedule kept him optimal efficiently and benefited his shattered mental health. Oh, the android was named Virgil. Logan gave them purple hair and a little stout figure. It was the closest thing Logan could ever have to love, to family, to happiness outside of his scientific research (even though Virgil is his life's work in scientific research and engineering) And his one goal in life was to make that happiness reciprocate inside the tiny android. That's why he is working on his project. With a smile over his normally stoic lips, Logan took Virgil's chubby little baby hand and tried his darndest to stand out of his chair without breaking his back... again...
"So, Virgil, what would you like to do during our Quality Time Hour?"
Logan had successfully been able to add preferences and a personality into his AI. Logan knew based on many studies of psychology that a repdoruction of his own perosnality would end up being boring and fulfilling him almost as much as if he had nothing in common and always bickered with the smol Android. It was actually quite easy, just like programming an AI to react a certain way based on your dialogue and importing a randomizer in the mix. Virgil's Personality was based off of edgy teenagers and childish things alike to add diversity, but he also made his likes more mature and refined to reflect Logan's own persona. Logan was rather proud of how he programmed Virgil, but he isn't the most creative or best writer so it was hard to make him realistic without the help of his cousin who lives a long ways from here: Roman Sanders. He's a songwriter and performer so he knew exactly how to create a character for Virgil. Too bad that Roman and Logan were a million worlds apart, maybe then Logan wouldn't be so lonely.
"I want to play cards. Crazy Eights."
Aha, that actually sounded like a Quality Time well spent with his precious android. Virgil held Logan's hand, helping him up the stairs into the house and away from the basement of a laboratory where Logan had been working his entire life away. Logan almost slipped and his legs didn't exactly want to work, but Virgil as programmed to help him whenever in need. Like that one time Virgil saved him from choking to death and another when Virgil fixed up and made a cast for a broken bone to save him the time and money of going to a doctor's. Logan would never need anyone other than Virgil. Another major factor why he hasn't been outside and socializing with any other humans since he was maybe thirty. That was the year his mothers both died. Well... at least they died together. Rest In Peace Natsuki and Sayori Sanders... The world will always love you.
Logan sat at the table and Virgil produced a deck of cards from the storage space in his chest where the project Logan was working on will be imported to sometime hopefully in the near future. Logan has to program it and create a physical copy of the data before he can incorporate it into Virgil's mainframe. Virgil handed the deck to Logan, who was supposed to shuffle it. Logan took the deck and held it in his bony hands. Odd, he doesn't remember his hands shaking quite so much. Perhaps that just comes with age. Logan took the cards and let them fall together, using the pressure from his fingertips to control the Fall. It had been years since Logan could go back up after doing a London bridge, so he simply left it at that.
He dealt eight cards each and set the deck down in the middle of them, flipping over the top card. Seven of Spades. Spades, huh? That worked in favor of Logan's hand. In fact, most of his hand was either face cards or spades. Sure, he had a random three of diamonds and an eight, but the other six were all face cards and/or spades. Perhaps there was a symbolic meaning to this somewhere? The world may never know. Virgil reached over and set down the two of spades over the seven. Logan set down his king of spades. Virgil set down his king of diamonds. Logan set down his three of diamonds. Virgil set down his six of diamonds. Logan set down his six of spades. Virgil drew a card. Logan set down his queen of spades. Virgil set down his queen of hearts. Logan drew. Virgil set down his nine of hearts. Logan Drew again. In the middle of this rather quiet game, a humming noise started to come from Virgil. Logan rose an eyebrow as a voice different than Virgil's programmed child's voice played through his voice box.
"Message to Doctor Logan Sanders of late 2023. Repeat. Message to Doctor Logan Sanders of late 2023."
The voice was more mature, like a twenty year old man's. Logan didn't recongnize it ain't a second, today is May Eleventh of 2019. What did the voice mean late 2023? Logan's old blood went cold. Was he going to die in four years? Would he finish programming Virgil's special project in four years? And how old was he? Wait a second, he was born in 1928... LOGAN WAS OVER NINETY YEARS OLD??! Well, that explains a few things. If he was ninety, then dying in the next four years would make sense. Where did the years go by? An existential crisis was just around the corner. Logan shook himself off from the reality check and listened intently to whatever Virgil had to say from some time in the future.
"Logan, I did it. I finally did it! It took several years after you died, but I managed to do it! I'm a real, emoting, functioning boy! I found your old blueprints and plans. I found your many diaries on your adventures with me. I unlocked these weird things called "Memories" inside my camera and data file within my brain and I found the files on your computer. "Kokoro" and "Kiseki". The year I am sending these words back into my younger model when you were alive is 2149. I'm so sorry for taking so long... I miss you Logan. *sniff* I want you back but I know it's impossible to bring mortals back from the dead. I miss Quality Time Hour and you helping me wear those small children's clothes even though I'm designed to be able to perform such tasks myself. This may not mean much to you, Logan, but I love you. I love you so so much. I'm working my hardest to try and discover how to build one of those cliché time machines so I can go back and see you once more before you die or maybe once when you are way younger and don't even know who I am. This message is getting long, and I'm getting sappy. That's enough for now, Doctor. I love you. From your loyal companion to the bitter end: Virgil -Model 7.2.9"
Logan was in tears after that message, and he never cries. His stoic expression was completely shattered by the raw emotion put into that message back to him. The toll of it finally registered into Virgil's comprehensive AI. Virgil could read context in his model. 2149, Huh? It takes Virgil that long to figure out how to give himself a proper heart and human emotions? That message raises a lot of questions, such as if Virgil built himself a new body or not to make him look older. He obviously gave himself a new voice. Virgil went back to reality, out of his own thoughts when he noticed Logan crying, his voice back to being the young preteen's that Logan was all too familiar with. It was almost as if the message erased itself from Virgil's coding on its own. It's almost as if it didn't happen to Virgil.
"Doctor, what's wrong?"
Logan sniffed, wiping his eyes. He was so sentimental over that one message, and so proud. Virgil loves him. He really does love him and not forced to because Logan was his creator and there's nobody else around here. The project that Logan is working on is filed "Kokoro" because he want some to give Virgil a heart and "Kiseki" because it would be a miracle if it would ever work. Apparently, it does eventually work, but only after Logan is long dead. Death was so scary to Logan as well. He didn't want to die. He wanted to keep working and keep living eternally like Virgil would. A century and a handful of years after he dies is when Virgil finally is able to understand the full capacity of what it means to be alive. It's sad, but beautiful at the same time. Logan shook his head, reaching across the table to hold Virgil's tiny hand.
"From now on, Virgil, Logan is just fine. Just call me Logan."
The tiny android registered the request, filing it in the brain that Logan was able to gift him. If only Logan was able to gift him a heart too. Virgil deserves a heart. Alas, fate has taken the reigns and decided that Virgil must be the one to give him his own heart. Poetic, isn't it? Sounds like something Roman would write.
"Yes, Logan."
We ain't done yet. This isn't even the part where I take your heart and smash it into itty bitty pieces.
It's the year 2149 and Virgil has just found a way to send a message back to Logan. For some reason, the tears won't leave his eyes. But he can't cry, he doesn't have tear ducts. Oil stained there instead. Oil tears left his eyes and a surge of newfound emotion. In his new body that he had created for himself with the help of another new aspricing scientist from the same college that Logan went to when he was nineteen. His name was Patton Sanders. Virgil was curious to hear that he had the same surname as Logan and it turns out they were long and distant relatives, but Patton never knew. Patton's Great Grandfather was Roman Sanders, cousin of the Doctor's. Logan's Great Nephew. That meant Patton and Virgil were family by association. Even though Virgil was nothing but a robot, the kindhearted boy adopted him as his brother. Patton was actually in the house upstairs while Virgil was starting to calibrate and cope to his emotions.
Sadness filled his "Kokoro"... His heart, connecting to him by a cord that is wired into his chest. He hasn't made the material heart yet, but he was too eager to test it out. Virgil sobbed and ran his hand through his purple hair. He wiped his eyes just as a normal human would when they cried. The sensory electrical signals felt real. He felt human. If only Logan could see how human he was. He would wrinkle up a smile and ruffle his hair, telling Virgil how proud he is of him simply for existing. He would hold him even though his body is metal and cold and kiss him on the forehead goodnight. He would read bedtime stories and play crazy eights and listen to music of all genres and talk for hours on different conspiracy theories and debunk all of them for pure fun. Virgil can't describe the overwhelming grief and loss that has accumulated over the century that can finally be let out like an actual human can. The melancholy and sorrow is indescribable much as this entire story is illogical in a time aspect.
"Thank you... thank you so much... thank you so much... I love you... thank you so much..."
Patton slowly escalated down the wooden steps leading down to the basement laboratory to see his android brother hunched over the computer with several chargers in his neck and a thick cord attaching him to the computer. Patton's eyes went wide as he saw the files "Kokoro" and "Kiseki" were Open. Patton knew exactly what had happened and he ran into the andorid's arms, huggging him and consoling him. Virgil always did respond well to affection such as hugs, forhead kisses, and ruffling his hair. Sadly Patton was way to short for the last one of that aforementioned list. Virgil held him tight, trying to be careful about where his oil tears spilt. Alas, resistance was futile and he stained Patton's baby blue polo with a few drops of thick black oil. He also got some all over his white lab coat that he stole from Logan after he died.
"It's okay, Virgil. He loves you. I know he does. He loves you very much. He wouldn't want to give you a heart and call you a miracle if he didnt."
Virgil looked up at the ceiling of the lab. Little glow in the dark stars from his 'childhood' were strown about in shapes of the different zodiac constellations and other well known constellations of the world. Example being the Big Dipper. Logan out those up in his early development because the only interest that could process in his AI was his insterest in astronomy. Virgil could go back into his memories and relive those moments by accessing the memory data stored in his brain. He remembered pointing out each and every constellation and trying to quote unquote teach Logan what they were. If only Virgil could go back to that time. He was so thankful and so full of love for that man. The man that could turn a hunk of junk he found at the scrapyard into a living, feeling, emoting boy. He turned a toaster, some parts of an old car, and some other appliances around the house into the first prototype of his family. That is astounding.
"I love you, Logan. I miss you."
The words left Virgil in a hushed whisper. It was almost like the stars talked back using his spirit. It was almost like he could hear a whisper in his old raspy voice right before his heart attack I love you too, Virgil. Virgil felt himself tense. He yanked the cord out of him, but the emotions would not stop. The pain refused to go away. Did he download a heart? Did he download the emotions and the program by accident instead of implanting giant heart professor like in Logan's blueprints by accident? It was borderline unbearable. Patton reached up at the android and wiped away his tears, smiling happily with his own tears stinging in his eyes. He didn't say anything and immediately buried his face in Virgil's clothes, not wanting to add on to the severity of this depressing and grief-filled moment. Logan... where you may be and whatever afterlife you are a part of....
Arigatou
Edited 2785 Words
Merry Midnight, did I ruin your souls? That was so sad at the end and I don't care because every time I hear that song I get emotional and sappy so you better beware the message I'm about to write because it's gonna be looooooooong and detailed and very heartwarming so you better read it.
This story I adapted the song into was basically separated into two different aspects of life by the two characters.
Logan was supposed to represent idealism and following your hopes and dreams. Sometimes other things don't matter as much to you as it does another person and vice versa. That's okay. Everyone has their own passions and loves and reasons to do what they do. Even if you don't have the chance to do exactly as you want, live in the present and enjoy how far you've come. You may not reach every goal no matter how hard you work, and that's okay. As long as you enjoyed the journey and had some miracles in there you can hold on to forever, that's enough to make you happy and love a a good life. Logan is Kiseki.
Virgil was supposed to be realism and not holding your emotions back. It's unhealthy to hold back your emotions and they just build up like a dam. However, that's not the only message Virgil was conveying. It's that your work will make a difference. You always mean something to someone and someone will always love you, even after you pass away. There's always someone who needs you and sometimes you simply can't be there for them. That's okay. You impact people more than you can ever know. People impact you more than they can ever know. Be kind to everyone around you, and I can assure you with 150% certainly someone loves you and would miss you If you were gone. Virgil is Kokoro.
That's enough from me. It's time I sleep. It's past midnight now. Internet hugs and blow kisses! And remember that I love you all and have a wonderful night!
~Eva