If he could feel he would feel sorry for them all. Gawping at him, inane grins on their faces, taking their silly photos and posting them to an audience of strangers.
And they thought that it was creations like him that didn’t care, that couldn’t feel. That much was true. But at least he knew it. He didn’t pretend to care like they did.
One day they would be the exhibit. An old-fashioned curiosity. A snapshot of the past.
But for now, he would watch. Smile his metal smile for photos.
He could wait. He had forever to wait.
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