He left the
factory very happy. It was a splendid day, with bright sunshine, and people
smiled as he passed. He came home with the feeling that something was missing.
It was a feeling he experienced almost every day. He was proposed to know what
was wrong and went out, mixed with people, mimicked their customs, slipped
through the intricate recesses of the soul and finally knew that he lacked the
dearest of human beings: feelings. He longed to experience them and armed with
an unshakable will studied all the theories, internalized all the nuances of
those who spoke the wise but got nothing. No one had told him he was the last
generation humanoid.
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