Mixo's Story

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Disclaimer: All the characters, places, names and situations are fictions. They are not made to offend any individual's identity or thoughts. They are just character background and my characters do not define me, but just my thoughts for the character. I also request my readers to not have any biased mindset, the stories are meant to stir some feelings in you, so just go with the flow and enjoy. Please do not copy the stories and repost them.

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This is in continuation to a previous short story, link to The Vespa's Story  Please read 👈 before diving below.😊

Prologue:(Vesu’s Point of View)

From what I can sense, that man had my girl’s soul taken with him.

Ursula became like those typical descriptions of a teenage girl who falls for the school heartthrob and starts acting weird. She is so into Kumao that she is pulling off all-nighters to watch his vlogs and several music videos and listen to him and only him. I could sense her feeling strong emotions towards him.

What is uncanny for me is that in this era, when searching for someone and contacting them is just as easy as sipping water, Kumao had not reached out to Ursula. There has been absolutely no contact between them. Neither have I sensed any activity in Ursula’s various social profiles. Has he forgotten about her? 

I am getting anxious. I can not imagine Ursula falling for someone for the first time, opening her heart, and allowing herself to love, just to find it is unrequited. What if he already has someone in his life?  As he, his family, and agency have managed to keep so many things away from the limelight. All we know about Kumao is all that they wanted to show. He is a clean slate, with no scandals, no rumors, and absolutely no instances that could hurt even an ant. Does he even exist? What if he was just a humanoid and I was so mesmerized that I forgot to sense him? I am surely going crazy.

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I am Mixo, Kumao’s music production setup. I have been with him in his room since he was just 10. I have seen him grow into what he is, and all the way, I have grown with him. Kumao has always been the most delicate person that I could find in my dataset. When he was a kid and was asked to stay home he would obey; unlike other kids, he never talked back or resisted. He refrains himself from anyone outside. All those people who nagged him for photos and asked him to smile when all he wanted was to cry, he was so done with them. Maybe that was another reason why he never questioned being on house arrest. He agreed to all that his elders asked him and stayed back home, just like the ideal boy he was supposed to be.

No one knows about me. All the information that has been out states that Kumao never had a transformer with him. That is because everyone fears about me being hacked. I contain every possible information about him, especially after what happened to him.

Eight years back, during one of the highly devastating pandemics, Kumao became resistant to anything his parents or agency was asking him. He was 15, into a rebellious age, and wanted to be like other ordinary people his age. He wanted to be out, to meet this girl who he met online. He also finished school and was fresh into college. He wanted to have his wings spread and meet the one girl he became interested in. Everyone, me included, asked him to stay back, yet he refused. First time in his life, he was acting like one of his age. He went out in disguise so that he would not get mobbed. The agency did its work by keeping out any and every news that could affect his safety. He waited for the girl in a park, all alone, for the first time in 5 years. She never came, as she was nonexistent. Kumao had asked me not to dig into her profile. He has always been a gentleman. Only if he had allowed me; things would have been different. I would have told him that she was just a prototype of feeling AI into making, who was establishing conversations with different people to learn about human behavior. Something even I did, as I am one of the last successfully made feeling type transformers.

After he returned from the park, he fell ill. Because of the overprotective environment that he lived in for five years, his immune system became weak.  He had a sudden fever and diminishing memory soon he became pale. He was affected by the pandemic-causing virus. He soon went into a sleeping state, his brain and the body were working while he was sleeping. He is still in the same state. 

Meanwhile, I finished my transformation into feeling type. And even though he went into a nonresponsive state, I could connect to his consciousness and thoughts. I can understand and transmit all that goes in his mind. Things would have been different if the agency did not step in. In one month, they created a humanoid with the consciousness of Kumao. While Kumao has been sleeping like the sleeping beauty, his consciousness is working day and night. Even in this condition, Kumao’s brain is working, just his memory receptors are weak. 

The humanoid has become Kumao for the world, and the world never came to know that the angel is in a deep sleep. I want his princess to come and kiss him so that he can get up. He attended, then completed his college, made music, and did vlogs for all the people who loved him through his humanoid. The humanoid was all him except being human. He never slept because Kumao never lets his mind sleep. Kumao fears that if he lets his mind sleep, maybe then he might never wake up. After much conversation and consideration that day, we allowed the humanoid to be out, just so that the inner dynamics of Kumao’s body might change and he would be out of his sleep.

Everyone was constantly monitoring him, and the plan did work. When he first encountered the crowd, his heartbeat became fast. There were changes in his body dynamics, exactly what we hoped for. But soon enough, things started going haywire. Due to the changes in his sedentary life, the conscious connections that existed started demolishing until she grabbed his hands. 

Cold as metal, firm as wood, and steady as Kumao’s heartbeat for the past eight years, her hands were what made him calm down. But by then, the memory connections had already gone off, leaving only 5% of it on point. For the first time in 8 years, Kumao’s brain slept as he switched off the humanoid and slept after she allowed him to wrap his hands around her waist.

No one would have been sadder than me, Kumao’s first human embrace, and all he could do was sense it through his humanoid connections. The panic struck me when I figured out that her Vespa was her transformer and that too a feeling type. Maybe we are the last two of our kind. Only if he would have sensed, he would have ripped the humanoid into two for touching his little sister. But thankfully, he was too busy controlling his overflowing oils and emotions. Technically they were contacting Kumao, so it might not have been an issue. Kumao’s lost memory contact became an issue of the century, as here I am searching for the girl my sleeping boy fell in love with!

It has been a month since the cute meet. Kumao wanted to kiss her, but he knew she would know that she was kissing a humanoid. He hated that, also Kumao is not the type to kiss someone on a first date (if we consider it a date). All that I could retrieve from the 5% memory connections were her eyes. They were the only thing that Kumao’s consciousness guided the humanoid to see. Big eyes with dark black around her brown pupil, long lashes with natural curls, behind her big round-rimmed spectacles, her eyes were very enthralling. 

Due to The Great Change, people from all over the world are allowed to be anywhere and so I had to breach into the world datasets and find a girl with a definitive eye and a Vespa as her transformer. Only if I was there, I would have at least taken her name. But my dear Kumao was too lost to practice basic introduction protocol, yet he managed to kiss her hands and make her feel warm. 

That day when he slept, he smiled. I mean real Kumao smiled, his body that has been lying here lifelessly had a smile on it, so I have to find her no matter what. But what I don’t get is why is she not approaching first? Did she not feel the same as Kumao? 

45 Days After the First Meet

Kumao had been making vigorous efforts every day to remember anything and everything about the girl. I was left with only some thousand people to check on who had Vespa as their transformers. Everything was as usual until suddenly the humanoid started to go off. The connections of the humanoid with Kumao’s body were breaking fast because the angle was rising. 

Kumao regained his body and his consciousness and so there was no need for the humanoid anymore. All he said after getting up from his deep eight years of sleep was, “I remember her, Ursula”. Just the piece of information needed, and five minutes past it, I had every possible information regarding her with me. Kumao tried getting up but, it seemed like he had forgotten how to use his limbs. He tripped again and again, yet determined to meet the girl.

He defied science and technology in so many ways. Only if I had hair follicles, I could have said I got goosebumps. Twenty minutes past his awakening, his parents came in with the agency people all were astonished since all of them had lost hopes of him getting up. Everyone became too comfortable with the non-rebellious humanoid of Kumao. He greeted them and asked them to let him go, meet the one who brought him back. Naturally, they all denied it. Sudden rage, an upsurge of pheromones, and rushing of blood were recorded in his body dynamics, too new for me to see this in his 23 years of life.

I always considered him as the incarnation of Romeo, as in looking at how he fell in love with an AI and risked his whole existence for it. He was determined. He took me and rushed out. Not caring about the world who was left behind. We knew the address, so we headed there. Ursula lives on the second story of a double-story house, the only duplex surrounded by high-rise buildings. Mr.Lee, who died years ago, was the owner and had named the house in the name of Ursula and Vesu. An old Japanese house with a cherry blossom tree in the yard in front, before the door Ursula had so many herbs growing, this was new for my character analysis because she was supposed to be a robot person, so what were plants and trees doing there?

Kumao was weak, and the anticipation was killing him. He rang the bell. I was standing beside him, hands around his waist so that he could stay still. Vesu opened the door and let us in. Ursula was in the kitchen washing dishes, wearing pink-colored washing gloves too big for her petite hands, strands of hairs falling over her face. She was not wearing her glasses which is why she did not say anything until Kumao came to her sight. Despite poor eyesight, she sensed him. Maybe humans have other strong senses to guide them. What did she do? Did she smell my boy?

Like the lightning strikes, she threw her hands around Kumao’s neck and jumped on him. And like some magic, he gained the strength to take her into his embrace. Eighteen centimeters of height difference complemented the gesture. They hugged like lost lovers who found each other after many rebirths. It never seemed like it was just their second time meeting each other. I and Vesu were already shedding oils from our eyes. We wanted to give them space, so we just escaped from there.

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Ursula’s Point of View

Like any other day after meeting Kumao, I was thinking about him, his songs on repeat, his voice echoing. It had been 45 days and no signs of him after that, but somewhere I knew he would come. The bell rang, and behind Vesu I could sense someone I knew from far, and without even a single word from him, I knew he was there. I knew Kumao was there.

What happened around me, I had no idea. I have never been so. Everything was new and fresh as mint. All the tickles in my stomach as I removed my washing gloves and my fingers went deep in his dense lustrous hair. He was weaker than before, he had been through something I could sense, so I just swirled around so that he could take support of the dining table behind him. We were so close and with no intentions to leave. He came closer, his hold around me became tighter, he took in my scent from the crook of my neck and I became weak. I have never had these sensations before. I was blushing red, not ready to look into his angelic face and his sweet smile. I crouched in his embrace, my lips near his ears, he was feeling the same as me. We both had equal strengths. We were conversing not with words but with touch. It was the time I felt most human, I felt human in his arms. His lips grazed around my neck as I caressed his long hair. 

After an eternity he decided to speak, the voice that made my heart sink. The voice makes a crying baby sleep in peace. The first word that he spoke was ”thankyou”. I don’t know why but I had tears in my eyes. I felt like all these 21 years I have been waiting to meet him and only him, that moment felt like I had fulfilled my purpose in life, all I could say in return was “I love you”! 

The practical me was fighting the new me on my above answer. Second meet! 45 days of the gap! An infinite number of replays of his videos and songs, and I was confessing my love for this fine man!

But my practical self was shushed and thrown into the infinity of the universe when he decided to return the favor with a kiss, my very first kiss. I had always wondered if the nose came in between two people? Whether or not glasses become hurdles? (lucky enough, I was not wearing them then, I will surely have to try once I am with my glasses) But no, all in one swift move, it was just two lips and nothing else. No training is required. Humans come with the knowledge of how to kiss. At first, it was a little slow and clumsy, but after a while, it became confident and full of love. The love that we found in the world where humans were no less than robots. 

We became humans thanks to Vesu and Mixo, our story was made.