• “Let’s go,” he said suddenly.

    “What?” I replied, bewildered.

    His statement took me by surprise. I suppose it was for the best. This way, I did not have to bargain with him to join me. Still, I felt a twinge of guilt. Yes, again I had feeling. I felt guilty. I felt guilty for leaving behind that poor old woman. She had lost her son to war. Such a pity it was. Her son… Her poor, deceased son. While processing this, I postulated something; why was their a cyborg created for this old woman? How was she different from any other unfortunate parent? I asked Tenbou. His answer:

    “Cyborgs are made from humans. And they just happened to find his body-”

    “Humans!? I am made from a human?” I squealed.

    “Of course, you know the definition of cyborg, right? If you completely assembled in a lab, you’d be an android. And you said yourself that your Cyborg 1.” he said with a touch of superiority.

    I did not bother to correct him about my number, it was beside the point. I was made from a human. That was what mattered. All this time, I called myself a cyborg, ignorant to the real definition of it. I felt so inferior. Although, this was not the time for self pity. I gave a meager sigh and apologized for interrupting Tenbou. I asked him to continue.

    “Her son, the real Tenbou, was not your average human neither. He was as close as you could get to an artificial being as a human could. He was strong and smart. He was definitely charismatic, not that I was ever into his type, and kinda close to perfect,” he explained.

    “If he was so perfect, how was he killed?” I said.

    “Dumb luck. That’s what I think, at least,”

    “What if the other human was simply better than Tenbou?”

    “What if the man who killed him wasn’t human?”

    He had a point. We had no idea who killed Tenbou. Not that it mattered anymore. Technically, the real Tenbou was right in front of me, a portion of him at the very least. And in front of him was a portion of whomever I was made from. Our memories were gone, so we would never know what happened to Tenbou. Whatever happened, the effect caused him to become a cyborg. The effect caused an innocent machine the remains of Tenbou to masquerade as who he once was. That poor old woman knew nothing of reality because of the creation of this Tenbou.
    Perhaps the truth was too confusing. I had often found myself puzzled by it. Either way, there was a Tenbou here. Either way, this man in front of me was not human. And the old woman is happy, for now anyway. Nothing has changed.
    “So, you wanted to go?” I asked shyly.

    “Yeah, let’s find that king, his name is Dante, right?” he said.

    “Yes,” I said, looking down in shame.

    Tenbou sensed my guilt. He knew what I was feeling. I do not know how, he just knew. I did not want to leave that old woman behind, to find out the bitter truth for herself. The world was not a beautiful place, I knew that. She probably knew that too. Still, I could not bring myself to just up and leave. Tenbou sauntered over to me, lifting up my head.

    “Don’t worry. I’ve had a feeling that she knew, that she sensed, that he has been gone. Even so, they still have a bond that no one else can break and me leaving won’t change that,” he comforted.

    With that, I rose. I smiled at him. The future was ahead of us. We would find Dante. That woman would accept the truth. We stood before the world. What a beautiful place the world is.