Chapter 22.5 - FILE_03

This library, now coated in dust, housing hundreds of these books stored within my data, remain one of my most vital sources on human history and behavior. I find human writings intriguing, reading them as something enjoyable to me. And yet I should not be feeling any emotion at all, but here I am, reading through every single book for hours on end.

It’s not like I have much else to do besides maintain this place. I’m sure a human will come along soon, although it has been a while since my last routine maintenance check. I was created to assist and I know I will fulfill my purpose one day. To help people, to be kind, generous, protective… these words constantly lined throughout my data and code are what drive me to be what I am. A tool for the continuation of human survival and to assist in protecting its remaining population.

All the empty rooms lined throughout this facility’s halls, the unopened ration boxes, and these untouched books lined across these dusty shelves… I dream of this place to once be bustling with life and I listen to many individuals share their stories. Each human is like a book, full of endless knowledge and telling tales of their unique lives until the day the story ends.

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