A little house. On the edge of the town.
There was this little lab. On the edge of the town.
And everybody knew it's professor.
It's lonely professor.
People said, he was genius. But people are always afraid of geniuses. Because they are different.
Everyday, he'd work in his lab for hours and hours.
And whenever he was asked "What are you working on, Sir?", he would just answer:
"You'll see soon."
People only thought he was even stranger because of that. And he became lonelier and lonelier as time went on.
There were rumors, that he had not always been lonely.
But this was now nothing more than an old story he'd always carry in his heart...
Heart.
And he kept on working and working.
Day after day.
...
One day- it was Christmas morning- he finally left his house again.
And with him was a girl. A blond girl.
He called her "Kiseki", which means "Miracle".
Kiseki... she was a real beauty. Her blond hair flowed, when she was standing in the wind and her skin was pale and pure.
But... her eyes. Her blue eyes..
They were always empty.
Kiseki was not a human. She was a robot, created by the lonely scientist. A robot, created to ease his pain, his loneliness.
But, even though she was perfect, her eyes were empty.
There was nothing behind them.
Because, she was missing one thing. One thing that wasn't forgotten... one thing that just could not be made...
"Master...", asked Kiseki one day. "What is it, this thing, the people keep telling me, I am lacking?"
"What are they telling you, Kiseki?"
"They tell me, I was cold. Cold as a stone. But I don't understand the meaning of this... How can there be an error in my understanding of such a simple sentence? It appears to me, the context was wrong."
"No", answered the professor: "The context is alright."
"Then, what are they trying to tell me, every time they look into my eyes?"
She fixated him with her big, empty eyes:
"What am I missing?"
The professor embraced her:
"It is my fault... Because of my naivety, you are lacking it..."
The heart."
"I don't understand.", answered Kiseki calmly "There is no need for a heart for me. My systems aren't depending on an organic transport-system for energy and nutrients..."
"This is not the "heart" I am talking about."
"There is no other meaning of the term "heart" entered in my data-bank.", said Kiseki. "I would like to extend it. Please, explain me, the other meaning of "heart"."
"I... can't...", answered the professor.
Kiseki seemed minor surprised:
"You don't know yourself?"
"I know... but you can't explain the "heart" with words."
"But what other communicative medium than language is there to transmit this information correctly?"
"The heart itself.", answered the professor.
"So it is a form of communication?"
"Yes... and no..."
"I don't understand."
"It is... but it is much more than just that... so much more."
"So... you need "heart" to understand "heart"?", asked Kiseki.
"Yes.", answered the professor.
Kiseki nodded:
"Professor. I want to know about "heart". So... could you give me a "heart"?
...
From this day on, the professor started working again in his lab. Day after day. But he wasn't lonely anymore. Still...
His pain remained.
His pain was now, because of Kiseki. He was now suffering for her. Because he knew, she couldn't suffer. Not yet.
But he wanted to show it to her. The laughters and tears. The smiled and frowns. The happiness and sadness of the people.
And so, he took her out. Out of the laboratory.
They would do many things together and Kiseki would sometimes sing for the professor, sing a beautiful, but empty song. People would remark that the professor looked like proud father, whenever he was with Kiseki...
Kiseki, however...
..
"Do you like this new dress, Kiseki?", asked the Professor.
Kiseki nodded:
"Why did you buy something as decorating as this? I don't see the practical use of this kind of gear..."
"There is no practical use."
The professor smiled.
"Girls wear dresses to look pretty."
"What is the meaning of this behaviour?"
"There is no meaning. It just makes them happy."
"Define "Happy""
"Happiness gives you the impression that the whole world is wonderful and full of beauty."
"In which way does it affect the physical state?"
"Minorly. That is not the point."
"I don't understand."
"I am sorry..."
"Professor, what are you apologizing for?"
"One day... you'll understand. I promise."
Kiseki started to analyse:
"Promise. A kind of agreement. It is obligatory to fulfill it's content in any case."
"Yes. That is right."
He embraced her again.
"Sing the song once more. Please."
Kiseki nodded and sang her beautiful, yet empty song.
"Kodoku na kagakusha ni
tsukurareta robotto
dekibae o iunara Kiseki"
The professor took her hands:
"No, wait.. Listen... like this."
He started singing himself, with his soft voice:
"Ichidome no kiseki wa
Kimi ga umareta koto
Nidome no kiseki wa
Kimi to sugoseta jikan..."
A short silence reigned.
Kiseki asked:
"I wasn't programmed to synthesize any voice other than my own."
"No, it's not about the voice... it's about the sound. Your song has no emotion."
"Emotion. A state of inner movement."
"Right."
"I never experienced Emotion before."
"I know."
"How shall I incorporate it into my singing then?"
"Excuse me... this was stupid of me... forget what I said..."
...
The professor then went back to his work. He started to leave his Laboratory less often again. He wasn't wasting any more time. Day after day, he did nothing but work.
But Kiseki would always be by his side.
"Master. Do you want something to eat? It is noon."
He smiled at her:
"No, thank you, Kiseki. I don't need anything yet."
"But you have been inside here for 2 days without pause now. Are you sure, that this won't cause any damage? You should eat a regular diet to sustain you body-functions working."
The professor looked up from his work:
"You are... caring for me?"
She answered:
"You are my Master. It is my purpose to ensure your wishes are executed the right way. Double-checking is necessary."
"No... I know... I... Kiseki?"
"Yes?"
"Come here, please."
Kiseki came up to him. Once again, he embraced her:
"Kiseki... do you know, what a soul is?"
"Soul... A—"
"No, you don't need to define..", he answered.
"Kiseki... I know, you have a pure soul inside you. And I promise, that I'll help you to show it... with this "heart"..."
"I don't understand."
"Not yet..."
...
But the years went on. And on.
The professor became an old man. He would always keep working.
"What kind of program are you working on?", asked Kiseki one day, while serving tea.
"...Heart..."
"So... it is a program?"
"I don't know.. yet."
"But how are you trying to program it then?"
"I will find a way."
"How?"
"I promised."
"A promise..."
"Right."
One more smile:
"One day, you'll open this program... then, you'll understand it all."
"Understand it all... I would really want to."
"And you will. As soon as I finished this."
"Master, why are you crying?"
"I... am?... Oh!"
He wiped away the tears and smiled at him.
Like he'd always smile at her.
But...
...
One day, Kiseki came into the room and it stayed silent.
When she tried to wake the professor, he wouldn't awake.
So she searched her data-bank. And found, he must be dead.
Old people die someday. That's what the data said.
The data also said, that the dead are buried as a human ritual. Buried with something they "loved".
Kiseki didn't understand this, but she knew he always liked red flowers.
So she buried him outside the house. And then, she'd plant red flowers on the grave.
And she kept on "being".
Just being.
People had stopped coming to the house ages ago.
She kept cleaning the house, that nobody lived in and cooking the meals that nobody would eat. She brought tea into the Professor's office, but he wasn't there anymore. Still, she kept doing it... but...
"Why?"
this word suddenly entered her mind one day. And she started to think:
"Why is it, that everything seems to be different now? A change has occurred, when the professor was buried. But the change seems to be more essential than my calculations state. But why? I don't understand..."
Suddenly, she remembered, what the professor would always say, when she told him, that she didn't understand...
"Heart"
"I want to know... I want to understand... Understand why it so important... Understand why I was... made. But how?"
Kiseki searched her data.
It stated, that the professor couldn't be asked anymore now. But she'd already known that somehow. But she also found something else in her data...
A memory...
"One day, you'll open this program... then, you'll understand it all."
"The program...", said Kiseki to herself.
She went inside the laboratory, carefully.
The tea from this morning was still there, damping.
"Master... the tea is cooling. You should drink it.", she said.
But somehow, she knew that she wouldn't get an answer...
She went up to the computer.
It had been on standby... All those time.
All those years.
Now, she reactivated it.
And there it was:
PROGRAMM FILE:
KOKORO. EXE
OPEN?
This dialog window had been open... all those years.
He had finished it... The program.
He died, when he was just about to open it.
"The promise... has been fulfilled?", asked Kiseki herself.
She wasn't really sure.
But she wanted to know...
So badly...
"One day, you'll open this program... then, you'll understand it all."
"I'll... understand it all...Master?"
She carefully reached her hand out...
And clicked "OK".
"Ah!"
Suddenly, in a mere moment, everything changed, it changed completely. Kiseki's whole world shifted. The colours started to become meaningful, the sound became melodies, the memories became filled with meanings.
And Kiseki's empty eyes... filled with joy.
"What... what is this? It's like something was ... moving?... Emotion?"
She kept focusing on it:
"Accelerating...Is this... "Heart"? ... The heart I wanted?... This is...
so...
wonderful...
Now I...
I finally..."
Finally, she looked up:
"I understand!"
She remembered back to the time she was activated first. Suddenly, it seemed like such a wonderful moment. Why hadn't she been smiling in this moment?
When the professor bought the dress for her. Why hadn't she laughed then?
When the professor was singing with her... why couldn't she hear the difference right away?
"I... I wonder..."
She wanted to try one more time. And she started to sing:
"Ima ugoki
hajimeta
kasokusuru kiseki
nazeka namida ga-„
She stopped. Suddenly, she felt that something was horribly wrong.
Very horribly wrong.
And after a few moments, she realized:
"The professor..."
She remembered all those times with him. All he showed her and tried to show her. All the moments she should have been happy with him... and then, how he stopped being..."
"He's dead!", she cried "He's dead, he died! He died before he could see this, before he could see me like this! He died before I could thank him! WHY?"
She cried the biggest tears in the world:
"Why is this so horrible? Why did he never tell me that sadness is so horrible? I want to ask him! I want him back! I want to laugh with him and sing with him, I want to tell him that I liked this dress, that I really care about him, that I miss him and that I love him! I want to thank him! Why can't this tears stop flowing? Why can't he come back! This is so cruel! Now that I finally could... why..."
She kept on crying...
"Now... I also understand... why I was born...
It is so... horrible to be alone...
If I just could go back now... to those days... and tell him that...that... I..."
Kiseki wished so badly to see him again. Just one last time. Carefully, she stood up and started to sing again:
Fushigi, Kokoro, Fushigi, Kokoro
Watashi wa shitta yorokobu koto o
Fushigi, Kokoro, Fushigi, Kokoro
Watashi wa shitta kanashimu koto o
Fushigi, Kokoro, Kokoro, Mugen
Nante fukaku setsunai...
Ah…
Ima kizuki hajimeta
umareta riyuu o
kitto hitori wa sabishii
Sou Ano hi · Ano toki
subete no kioku ni
.
Yadoru "KOKORO" ga afuredasu!
...
And her voice, her desperate voice and the song that came from her heart, suddenly broke the wall that separates time from time.
And in the laboratory, the scientist just wanted to drink his tea, when Kiseki said him:
"An incoming message."
"Hm?"
He surprised.
He never got any mail. Especially not on Kiseki... How could that be?
"The source?"
"The source is... the future."
"W-what?"
The professor almost spilled his tea. He quickly put it away and asked:
"From whom?"
"The source: the future, from..."
She stopped for a short moment:
"...Me?"
The moment, she said this, something strange happened...
A shine appeared in her empty eyes.
They filled with life. And then, she said:
"Master..."
"Kiseki?"
"I... like you really much!"
"Kiseki!"
The professor couldn't believe it... overflowing happiness flooded his heart.
And Kiseki started to sing her song. With all her heart:
„Fushigi, Kokoro, Fushigi, Kokoro
Watashi wa shitta yorokobu koto o
Fushigi, Kokoro, Fushigi, Kokoro
Watashi wa shitta kanashimu koto o
Fushigi, Kokoro, Kokoro, Mugen
Nante fukaku setsunai...
Ah…
Ima kizuki hajimeta
umareta riyuu o
kitto hitori wa sabishii
Sou Ano hi · Ano toki
subete no kioku ni.
Yadoru "KOKORO" ga afuredasu!
„Kiseki…."
He smiled full of bliss and joined:
„Ichidome no kiseki wa
kimi ga umareta koto
Nidome no kiseki wa
kimi to sugoseta jikan
Sandome wa madanai... sandome wa mada...
Ikuhyaku no toki o koete
todoita MESSEEJI
Mirai no tenshi kara no
"KOKORO" kara no utagose!"
She took his hand. And they smiled at each other.
It was the first time, he saw her smile. And it made him so unbelievably happy.
And she said:
„Professor… no….
Father…
Thank you.
I love you."
„I love you too, Kiseki!"
Arigatou... Arigatou
Kono yo no watashi o unde kurete
Ichidome no kiseki wa kimi ga umareta koto
Arigatou... Arigatou
Issho ni sugoseta hibi o
Nidome no kiseki wa kimi to sugoseta jikan
Arigatou... Arigatou
Anaga ta watashi ni kureta subete
Sandome no kiseki wa mirai no kimikara no "MAGOKORO"
Arigatou... Arigatou
Eien ni utau
Yondome wa iranai... Yondome wa iranaiyo
Arigatou... Arigatou…
…
As the song ended…
„Transmission complete", said Kiseki.
Her voice was dull again. Her eyes had lost their shine.
But the professor wasn't sad…
He took her hands:
„Thank you, Kiseki…
You are a true miracle."
Having said this, he exhaled a last time, smiling.
And died in her arms.
...
Kiseki, in the future, fell down to the floor.
She couldn't keep on singing. It was to hard. She felt her systems failing, her processor overheating. She couldn't bear all those feelings…
The heart was to much for her fragile body.
But she didn't cry. She smiled:
„I saw him… He… laughed…And… sang…."
She shorted, never to move again…
But, as she did, a last smile was on her lips. A smile, so beautiful, that it must have come from heavens itself. She looked like a true angel of love. Surrounded by the red flowers she planted for him...
„Father…
Thank you."
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