• [I had to cut the story so it wasn't freaskishly long. If you expect something along the lines of a plot twist, I suppose you can skip to the next part in this story. It's a transition, so just reading the next part won't make any sense unless you read it. So stop down-voting because I divieded the part, it's not a short story, it's a PART! Do you all get it now? I knew you could.]

    I walked into the colorful horizon. I could have sworn that all of my artificial life I had seen no other colors but white and black. I had only heard the insolent chatter coming from the mouths of those highly verbose scientists back in the laboratory. I began to wonder how those scientists were coping with my grand disappearance. There was the off chance they did not care. What did it matter to me? I was long gone now.

    My Global Positioning System spoke to me in a cool, mono-tone voice similar to mine, commanding that I turned and followed the route it chose towards the nearest city, Aiiro. Aiiro was a recently built city, clamed to revolutionize all cities of the world as we had known them. That city was said to have everything, robots, cyborgs, computers and even objects more geared towards the aspects of human life. There was all sorts of futuristic cuisine, the great strides made in the food and drink industry was incredible. The art of architecture had become common knowledge in that city. Superior means of support and balance within each building. As for the most general meaning of art, paints and clay and such, artists of that variety had become famous there. Not that, musical artists and all had flocked in droves to this city in high-hopes of becoming famous. Even with the city’s fame within the arts, the city was built for business purposes. In a way, the artists that traveled to the city had come for business purposes as well. The city was full of sky-scrapers, the highest in the world. Domestic estates were built small in order to make room. There were more hotel rooms than estates. There were possibly more hotel buildings than estates, if you counted the “condensed hotels” near the train stations and airports. Aiiro whole layout was built around train stations and airports and even super-highways. Never, and there would never be even so much as a day in the future, that all possible routes to Airro were blocked. It was city and also a gateway to the rest of the world.

    The depressing part of it all was the fact that Aiiro was quite a ways away from where I currently treaded. It was not everyday you walked upon a completely rural area, especially in Japan. The most recent data inputted into my systems that referred to this was the small article. The article pertained to the undeniable truth of a dwindling population. That and the destruction of small cities and towns, usually ghost towns. Either way, I was in the boonies; absolute no where.