Birth. We all have been there. Started off from the mother and the father's seed, evolve into a piece of meat and soft bones before the soul is placed in the earlier chunk. To be born, cared, loved, living, growing, and turn old.

But not me.

I was already programmed. Solely to be created and mixed up all together with formulas and info inside me. I'm already 'grow up', no youth neither does aging. He created me. My master, my owner. Though I wonder why am I different from him? Like, humanoids exist, but me?

Power Spheres, he said.

He never elaborate, let alone to explain the sole purpose of my existence.

But soon I accepted my differences when I saw him interacting with other human being. He's different from them. His white hair stands out in the sea of peoples. Eyes bloodshot red. Everyone tremble under his lifeless gaze.

Me included.

Not that I never asked. The answer is always the same.

"Its not for you to know." His voice sharp. There's ice in it. And thus, being the obeying creation of his, I never asked more. But the curiosity never receded.

What's the purpose of my existence?

And that's not the only problem.

"It's coming this way."
The little group of lab workers hushed, head hung low or eyes avoiding mine cerulean glass one. Few feets after passing past me, they continue their conversation with low voices. "...a piece of trash.."

Why is everyone avoiding me?

Why are they afraid?

Am I... a threat?

I stopped in front of a foreign labroom. The hallways light to here seems dimmer than earlier and the door is painted red, unlike most doors which either white or grey.

Scanning the door, a sense of faint, familiar waves emitted from the inside.

I decide to break in.

Nothing other than pitch dark enveloped the room. I halted from turning back to where I came in. The waves feel stronger, its unavoidable, like two poles of magnets attracting each other.

If I have a heart, it probably would've stop by now.

A round sphere,  it's yellow paint faded and rust, hands dismantled, screen cracked. Floating in a human sized cylinder glass test tube. Metal plate glued to the front of the glass.

'Ochobot'

"That's...me?"

A sense of another electricity power upon my metal back, electrocuted me and everything went back to black.

It's blinding white above me before the artificial camera which served as my eyes settled to see what's happening. I'm back in my labroom. And this time, he stood there beside me. Finally not the stony expression on his facial. But worse, a frown.

I try to fly up, trying to move to explain. But it's useless. My 'wings' mechanism has gone. So did my hands.

"M-Master, why did you take them?" I asked. "It's not for you to know." He rasped. Holding out a hand towards my power supply. "M-M-Master..I-I'm sorry-"

"You disappoint me again."

He crushed the supply, more error tabs pop out, shielding my view from him. He picks me up, taking a few steps into another colder, darker room. I felt him dropping me onto the heap of other 'ochobots' who failed him. The tabs recedes, and the view darkens, one last glance is given from him before the door's closed.

"I'm sorry...Boboiboy."