Synopsis

After a brutal war between humans and robots ends, only one young artist survives, but... is found by a robot who later learns that it is a robot painter. The two competed in painting. And the result was that the picture that the two drew was the same picture by chance.

The two decide to search together for the mysterious girl in their painting...

Year 2

xxx

This would be the last war of mankind... I was just an unknown painter, earning a living every day, following my dreams, and ended up starving and losing my wits like any other person. My energy ran out as the era changed. Technology advances, life is convenient, technology is the only thing that the more developed it becomes, the more its disadvantages are erased. But the problem is...

Those disadvantages all go back to humans. Of course nothing is perfect, not even perfect…

War or... probably cannot be called war. It is genocide, and the word war is used just to make it seem close and dignified. Even though it's just a change of sentence, at least it's the last thing that still preserves human dignity...

As I lay thinking about the hopelessness of humanity and the cruel irony amidst the multitude of human corpses, a voice rang out. It was the voice of an emotionless man speaking.

"How did you survive...?"

The man's voice grew closer and closer, and for a moment I heard the sound of clothes scraping against the floor. The man was sitting against the wall, looking down at where I was lying. But...this man isn't human, it's a robot.

'I thought I had survived'

I groaned in my heart because I was the only one who stayed silent while everyone was fighting and when all the human forces in front were killed. So I slowly came to sleep with a pile of blood and corpses. Of course I was a coward. I'm just a painter. I'm just an artist. If you were me, you'd do the same as me. I'm not a patriotic person who loves humanity or anything. I'm just a burned-out person in that era of bad luck.

“An hour has passed, don't worry, your wife and children will all be dead.”

These robots didn't know if they were fucked or were stupid, saying such things in a cold voice. I was angry inside but couldn't do anything about it. I'm just a normal artist.

“You may be the last human being on earth.”

This robot...I'm starting to think about it. So I responded with what I am most proud of.

"You have a really good mouth. Do you want to compete in a drawing competition?"

I complained to these robots that they use logic to make decisions. It probably couldn't draw a picture like mine even though it was designed for everything.

“Let's... draw something. I'm bored too. The robots... boring"

The robot slowly lowered its hood, revealing its very ugly face. I don't know how many generations it has survived, but the rust all over its body certainly guarantees its old age.

“Should I draw your face?”

I have nothing to lose. You're so annoying, this guy... Luckily, I had all my stationery in my bag. Because I thought it might bring me some luck, but the results came out... We see each other...

"Shit, I forgot to bring paint..."

I completely forgot about colors because I didn't think I'd have to paint in a war... Suddenly the robot spoke.

"Here's the colour. Lots of paint everywhere. Red. Enough to paint an entire house. There's still more than enough to paint a twenty-story building."

How could I forget? I completely forgot. Right now, there was so much red around me, crimson that I couldn't even run out of it until I died. That's right... blood, the blood of heroes. The blood of the martyrs, I will use their blood to draw pictures. Haha, I think I'm going to lose my mind soon. But who cares? Does art have meaning?...If there are no humans left to understand morality, does it have meaning...?

If there were no humans to judge After thinking it over for a moment, I dipped my brush into the blood and slowly lifted it up to see that the blood was as thick and sticky as watercolor. I slowly got up and faced the wall as I started to draw. The robot spoke up.

"proposition"

“Huh?”

"Topic for drawing"

I completely forgot that I was competing with this puppet because I was so fascinated by the first time they used blood.

“Um... what is the most meaningful thing that you think is beautiful?”

I said that I wasn't sure what it meant to me. I myself forgot. Because of running out of energy, losing passion in dreams and turning to the real world... The world of money...

“What has... meaning..."

I started drawing...seriously. This was the first time in many years that even I was surprised at myself. It was the same feeling as when I first learned to draw. There's no money issue. Family matters of all kinds are left to worry about. When I started to think, tears welled up in my eyes. Haha...I thought I was dead. But there is still humanity left.

Hours passed...2 hours... 3 4 5 hours...

I finally finished drawing and when I turned to look at the robot, it was still drawing. Even I was surprised. These are programs, right? They take a long time to draw.

“W-Drawing, are you finished…”

The robot turned to me and his speech was a bit stammering, although his voice was emotionless. But I can guess that he was a little nervous. I really wondered what kind of picture he would draw.

"S-Finished. P-Just a little more. Just a little more."

The robot was definitely finished an hour later than me when it came to art. I will never look down on anyone, no matter how bad it turns out. I know the hardships of this profession. I'm also looking forward to this being the first time I've ever seen a drawing robot.

After a moment, the robot turned towards me and walked away, but by the time it finished drawing, it was already evening. I can't see the picture. Because we were in a narrow tunnel and if I had to guess, it would be around 6:00 AM. Soon the automatic lights will turn on, so you'll have to wait a little longer. I began to lie down and wait while the robot viewed my image.

“Can you see that it's this dark?”

I asked him as I lay down.

“I have a program that you can touch and see... This picture is…”

That is my most beautiful memory, not the scenery. Or something a lot of fantasy? It was just a woman I had only seen once. I tried to draw her on paper over and over again. Tried to peel off her beauty but it didn't work...

“This person has seen…”

I turned around and saw the robot fumbling with my image. What the robot said It made me startle. Unknowingly, I ran towards it, completely forgetting that it was a robot.

“Who are you? Are you-”

Before I had finished speaking, the lights came on, revealing the robot's work. In the picture, there was only a pair of eyes... This robot took over 6 hours to draw a pair of eyes... If it were anyone else, they would look down on me. This figure, but I'm not. I knew as soon as I saw the picture that it was the woman I was trying to imitate, but it didn't look like it.

Even though there were only eyes in the picture, I recognized them immediately...

My jaw dropped as I looked at the image of those eyes. I knew immediately that my drawing would never be able to compete with this robot...it was exactly like the one I had seen before. Unfortunately, there are only eyes.

“It's a pity. That's because I couldn't see her face.”

The robot muttered.

“I can't see. I was designed that way.”

“I am a robot for art. I was designed by an artist who probably died. I can draw anything I touch. Everything in this world, but there is one thing that I still can't draw…”

“So how did you draw these eyes?”

“The artist who created... me Explained to you the characteristics of the eyes, and I drew…”

As I was unconsciously talking to the puppet, the stench of a putrid corpse began to permeate my nose. I immediately covered my nose and spoke.

“Get out of here first and then we'll talk.”

I walked out carefully and looked left and right, worried that the cruel puppets were going to kill me. After walking for a while, the puppets spoke.

“Where are you going?”

“Anywhere but here”

I answered stupidly.

“I have a place and everyone there has the same goal and I have completed my mission. Please take this picture. And let's meet there.”

At that moment, the robot opened its mouth and popped out a piece of paper. It had the shape of the woman's eyes, and another piece of paper looked like a map of some place. As soon as it finished popping out, its red eyes slowly disappeared.

“Hey, hey, hey.”

I hurried to support the body of the fallen figure. It looked like it was... Already ruined...

“Heh...”

I sighed and looked at the two pieces of paper in my hands.

“Anyway, there's nowhere to go... Another thing...”

It didn't take long before I decided to follow the map the puppet had left for me. I had nowhere else to go. There is no one left...

I kept following the map and came across some of those brutal robots, but I was able to sneak away.

The place marked on the map is not too far from where I am.

“It looks like it's here.”

It was an old wooden house that had been abandoned for many years and was full of cobwebs. I'm afraid of spiders too...

I slowly walked into the house, wary of the sound of the creaking wood making my spine tingle, so I took a lighter step.

“It ends here…”

I turned and looked around. The room looked similar to my room. It was an artist's room, but this artist seemed to have a lot more status...

“Hm... This brand of paint is very expensive.”

I looked around until I found a strange brush. It was stuck like a medieval torch.

“Who brings paintbrushes to decorate the house?”

I put my hand over and suddenly felt a button. I was immediately curious. Exactly like in the movie. Without hesitation, I pressed down and the door to the secret room suddenly opened.

“What era is this? Are there still trapdoors?”

I slowly stepped in. It was a staircase that continued down to the basement. Inside the gate and the houses that lived in them were like worlds apart.

“I really want to get to know this artist.”

All along the way I traveled, I began to wonder who this artist was and what this woman was related to. And that robot again. Suddenly I walked down until I was in front of a door. I slowly opened the door and suddenly a voice spoke.

“AT01

Have you come back yet?”

A robot spoke as it carved a stone statue of the legendary Michael.

“AT01

Come help shape your face. You're the most skilled at what you do."

Another robot sculpts a half-body model that looks like an old person, but the facial details haven't been detailed.

At first there were only a few voices, but soon there were many voices, starting to chaotic, one voice following another. I slowly turned around and counted the number of robots in the room: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5... 14. There were 14 robots in total. Two of them did nothing. The other 12 I guess were artistic.

I gasped for a moment before slowly walking in.

“Um, I think

AT01

It's gone bad."

As soon as I finished speaking, the room immediately became completely silent. I began to fear how they would react.

All the robots stopped what they were doing and turned to look at me. They looked exactly like the robots I had seen before. This puppet that they call

AT01

After 1 minute, 2 3 minutes passed, I started to feel uncomfortable so I opened my mouth.

“Um...”

Immediately, the robots resumed their normal work.

"owner

AT01

I've already done it...it must be exciting to be able to draw it for humans to see.”

The robot that carved Michael muttered.

"no

AT01

Haha.”

A robot that makes an old man cry emotionlessly

Feeling strangely nervous, I walked into the room. Look at the work of each puppet. All of them had outstanding skills if they were born in the era of the flourishing arts. It would definitely not be difficult to compare with talented artists.

"owner

AT01

The one you guys mentioned gave me this paper.”

I held up a picture of the eyes and showed them to the mannequins.

"be careful!!!"

“It's okay, we can't see that picture. But definitely don't touch it.

AT03 AT04 …. AT12”

The puppet that made Michael warns everyone to be careful. It makes me wonder if there's something out of the ordinary in this picture? I'm scared now.

"You are our last hope."

The puppet that made Michael said before turning to face the two dormant puppets.

“Lo1Lo2

You guys took this guy in to see Dr. Seekbut.

Seekbeaut)

bit"

The two robots walked towards me. They looked different from the other robots. It looked much more human compared to its peers.

AT

“I am a puppet.

Logic

Its job is to solve problems, make suggestions, and talk logically like a human, which is easier to talk to than puppets.

Artist

They are very ticklish, just like humans.”

The two puppets introduced themselves before leading me into a room with a projector that looked like a movie theater. With a dark atmosphere and dim lights

"This is what Dr. Seekbit left behind before he died or disappeared, which we are still not sure about."

"Aren't you going to ask anything?"

I was surprised that these guys looked so chill. They didn't seem worried at all so they asked out of curiosity.

“We don't care who you are, what you are, but if you search for beauty like Dr. Sequebutt, We are ready to help in every way. That is why we named him “

Seekbeauty”

You don't even tell me your name. The only thing you do...is search for beauty, beauty that knows no bounds."

As soon as the puppets finished speaking, they started turning on the projector and the picture displayed was A human sitting on a chair looked slightly excited, his eyes unmistakably like those of a child.

“I don't know who you are. But if you can see that beauty...I would like to invite you to join our group. In a world consumed by this technology I want to announce to everyone...no. Everything knows Even if this world changes to metal Damaged to the point of dust, so much beauty can still be discovered. And if you saw "her"

I am sure you are searching for the same thing as me.”

Dr. Seekbut slowly took a deep breath before continuing.

“I know where she is and I'm going there. I don't know if I'll make it back alive or not, but even if it's my life, I'll accept it. Because there is nothing left of value in this world except your beauty.”

suddenly

Lo1

Stopping the machine suddenly

“I would like to warn you first that What you will hear below It might be a place that Dr. Seekbut traveled to. And if you still think that your own life-"

"Don't worry, I'm not afraid to die anymore... No... I'm afraid but I just have no reason to continue living. Besides searching for you Therefore, you can continue to open it.”

Lo1

Nod your head and continue with the show.

“Where she is, you may be a little surprised...she is in a prison not too far from here. But…the problem is that the robots are using that place as a base and are preparing to wage war on humans soon.”

“Of course I have a plan, because I secretly downloaded the prison blueprints. Haha with help from

Lo1 Lo2

What?”

I turned to look.

Lo1 Lo2

Both of them paid attention to Dr., their faces were filled with pride.

“If you're interested, I'll give you all the information I have.

Lo1 Lo2

I myself am not sure whether it will be successful or not...”

As soon as Dr. Seekebut finished speaking, The projector stopped.

“What percentage chance is that the plan Dr. Zekebut will be successful.”

I asked the two logic-savvy robots.

“0.08 percent”

Lo1

Answer with confidence

"Um, there's a lot of it."

I felt strangely surprised by his confidence. That percentage is extremely small.

After a while, I came out of the room and got to know the puppets. It made me realize that puppets

AT 12

That one was created to help Dr. Seekbut's art work.

Lo

Created to communicate the Dr.'s needs to the dummies.

AT

The puppets slowly told about each type of art that they were good at, including sculpting, carving, drawing, writing, almost everything that had artistic craftsmanship. But when asked about Dr. Zekebut didn't have much of an answer.

“Dr. Seekbut is usually quiet and doesn't talk. If I meet you for the first time It's no different from us.

AT

Haha.”

The sculptor replied.

“But you are every science of art. and always searching for possibilities.”

Additional sculpture

After getting to know the identity of Dr. I realized that he was no different from me. Just... he followed his dream and I gave up... In this world, very few people live for their dreams until the last moment.

“Lo1Lo2

Then please tell me all the information.”

The two logic robots began to explain the nature of the prison along with the blueprints. It was a normal prison but when the robots came to live in it, Electrical wires were all connected throughout the prison to provide power for them. There were more than 20 guards at the door. I wasn't surprised that Dr. would disappear. And there are still hundreds of mannequins in the prison.

I felt that we would have a better chance if we acted quickly. Because the war had just ended and the savage robots were hunting down the remaining humans. The number of people in prison has probably been reduced by more than half. I am slowly looking for possibilities and equipment available in all the places to come up with a plan. To break out of prison for sure, even though I'm not really afraid of dying. But I don't want to die for free.

Time passed 1 2 3 hours.

I started to get the plan into shape and asked the logic man what the percentage of probability was.

“2.02 percent”

Lo1

reply

“Even though we know where the prison is, And what is the area like? But I still don't know if "she" is alive or not. This plan is quite risky, so I have another plan to propose."

Lo2

supplement

“Dr. Siegbut has turned on the tracking device. We should go and get information from you first, but judging by the fact that you haven't moved anywhere for 7 days, there is a high chance that you have already died…”

Lo2

Propose a plan that I agree with.

“So if we take the plan as

Lo2

Tell me how many percent the chance will increase.”

I asked

Lo1

again

“10 percent”

Lo1

Answered with the same confident voice as always.

“Percentage is just a number.”

AT02

The Sculptor interrupted with a cool sentence.

“True, there is a possibility.”

We agreed on the plan and will do it as soon as possible. I also felt strange. I've only known these guys for a short time, but I'm about to risk my life with them, these robots that are killing humans. I knew that these guys were different from the brutal robots but I couldn't help but think about it. It's really funny.

“Tomorrow we will act.”

I said as I lay down on the floor of the bed, I don't care. There's nothing to miss. Comfort is what it is.

As time passed, the next morning came and the robots were still concentrating on their art work as before, while the other two were just sitting there playing cards out of boredom. I also wondered if the robots were experts at card-playing logic. how But there was no time, so I stood up and spoke.

"Good morning"

We all left for the planned location and it didn't take long for us to arrive.

“In two hours the robot parts will be transported through this forward route. We will steal a car and use it to drive as close to the prison as possible.”

Lo2

Explain the plan

“Everyone get ready.”

In the blink of an eye, two hours later, a truck passed by.

Lo1 Lo2

They nodded to each other before they both whipped out their guns and fired accurately at the driver and passenger.

“All right, they died before we could report the incident.”

“AT02… AT12

Get in the back of the pickup truck and stay still.”

It was easier than I thought but I knew that from here on out it was really difficult. They started driving without any style. How nice to be a robot with no fear or hesitation.

“Lo1

Prepare to shut down work."

Lo2

He spoke with a nod.

Lo1

Before pressing the switch on the back of his neck, his machine suddenly

Lo1

It went off.

“We will be there soon. You yourself are prepared.”

Lo2

turned to me and said

As I sat in the car, I started to feel nervous. I'm not a hot-blooded man or anything. Having to break out of jail in an action like this... I feel terribly excited.

“We're here.”

Lo2

said, then got out of the car with a piece of equipment. He walked until he reached the front of the prison. The gate guards pointed their guns at him.

Lo2

Doubtfully

“Sorry.”

Lo2

Speak while pressing the machine switch.

Jamming

Immediately start working all over

Lo2

And the robots around their bodies surprisingly fell. I took this opportunity to carry myself.

Lo1

Run into the prison even though the signal can disturb the guards. But in prison you must be rocky.

When I had been running for a while, when I saw the cruel figure, I started to turn on the switch on its neck.

Lo1

"The plan is successful, you see."

Lo1

Look around and take a look at the signal detector. It was found that Dr. Seekbut's signal was not that far away. He then picked up the blueprint and looked for something.

“I'll look for the fire alarm. Call the attention of those in prison. As for you, run according to the signal received in this machine.”

As soon as I finished speaking

Lo1

He handed me the signal detector and ran out. I myself waited anxiously to hear the signal. Within moments, the alarm sounded. I hurriedly ran and secretly. Brutal robots were all passing by. full of thrilling feelings

Soon he reached his goal. Dr. Seekbut's signal converged on one of the cells. I slowly opened the door and found the corpse of a man, so rotten and bruised that I couldn't tell who it was. Blind eyes bleeding all the way If I had to guess, it would be Dr. Zekebutt. I was a little shocked but I expected it. It didn't take long for me to make up my mind and I started to look around to see if Dr.

Have you left anything behind? I found a voice recorder near his hand. Without waiting, I immediately listened.

“That beauty, that beauty... It's so beautiful. Ugh... My consciousness is disappearing... Anyone who listens to this But I hope it's you who is searching for the same thing as me, I will begin to explain her characteristics.”

From the tone of Dr. It seemed like his consciousness was very unstable. I listened intently, not having time to think too much.

“Her hair is shiny like... It's so difficult to explain... It moved like seaweed beneath the black sea of ​​the night. The light reflects like a gem reflecting the moonlight.”

I continued to listen, each explanation full of things that I could hardly imagine.

“Her body, please, you have to draw it successfully… I just looked at her face, just her face...my tears flowed like blood. Faded memories... My past has been erased, now I don't remember what I did here but please... Please...make it happen..."

I'm really starting to get scared. What exactly is going on? Why does just looking at her...make me go blind?...

But after thinking for a while, there was a loud noise.

“Hey, have you met her yet?”

is the sound of

Lo2

It sounded louder and there seemed to be a commotion outside.

“Guys.

AT

Right? I'll explain her appearance to you."

I began to describe her appearance to them.

AT

Draw, but as soon as the drawing is finished, the face-to-face robot starts to stop working.

“AT07AT12 AT08

You guys..."

The Sculptor heard the sound of his friend's engine shutting down.

“This is the curse of boundless beauty.”

They continued to draw until they were finished. No one dared touch the picture. One person drew the head, nose, mouth, hair separately, waiting to be assembled in one go.

"I'll go see her now."

I said as I rushed out. Dr. Zekebutt said her room was a few rooms down from his. I ran a few steps and even though I was scared, I didn't have time to hesitate. I looked at the figure sitting.

My consciousness...it's like it's frozen by something. It was as if someone had drilled into my brain and taken a straw. Digging into my brain and sucking out my past memories, I quickly looked at her body.

“Her legs are like... It was like a mirror in a snowy field…it was a mirror that reflected the water and moonlight even amidst the snow.”

I hurriedly explained before my consciousness lost everything, my body, arms, legs, neck, my tears began to turn into blood. My eyes started to blur.

“Did you get it all?”

“I got it all. I will assemble it and send the data to the computer in Dr. Sekebut's room. I finished assembling- ah...ugh, I couldn't.. finish.....goodbye.”

“Wait a minute.

Lo2”

I started to crawl, my eyes were so dark, memories of the past disappeared, I guess.

AT

All of them are probably dead, including

Lo2

too, but I want to know if that picture will be sent or not. I really want to see what she looks like...

Crawling slowly, I finally arrived at the room where Dr. Seekbut's corpse was. I climbed his body to the computer. I made a last-ditch effort to open my blood-filled eyes. I saw the image of... She's so.... Boundless

Suddenly I thought of an idea, it was a funny idea, I started laughing inside... Haha, then started laughing out loud.

“Hahaha”

I never thought I'd come up with an idea right now about what it would be like if I uploaded a picture of her to the network. The robots would probably die all over the world. Who would have thought that just uploading a picture would be able to save the world from machines? Haha. Without waiting, I immediately uploaded the picture to the internet. The internet was a little slow, but I tried to force myself to breathe and wait for the moment. The most impressive time would soon come when the sound of the robot machines suddenly went off.

It was so loud I could hear myself laughing hysterically. I feel extremely satisfied.

I don't have any regrets anymore, it's the last thing I want to do. I pressed the picture of her out and then dipped my finger at the blood that was on my face. Write your pen name on the picture of your work. In exchange for the lives of the world's robots and two humans, my world gradually grew darker. All the memories are gone. Unfortunately, I can't remember my name. There's only his name.”

Seekbeaut”

We succeeded...

We succeeded...

We succeeded-

100 years have passed...

There is a ritual in this village. Every time we die, we come to a special room for people whose lives have been disgraced. There is a picture frame hung on the wall. It was covered with a white cloth, completely concealing it so that it could not be seen. I came in and sat for a while. I am sure that soon I will die.

As time passes in the world, robots die mysteriously. Pollution on Earth is cruel and shortens lifespan. I am forty years old and this is the end of my life. As my thoughts continued to flow, a voice interrupted my thoughts.

“A long time ago, in a castle. A princess was born too beautiful for this world to endure.”

“Her name is a mystery. And every time she left the castle, countless problems would arise. She walked through villages where villagers were slaughtering each other barbarically. She walked through cities where the people brutally abused each other. She walked through the country. The country looked for reasons to start a war with a straight face. She walked past the sight of the gods, all killing each other for control.

She is the Witch of Death.”

“One day, the Supreme God who was in charge of the world himself would also tremble because of her. Out of fear, he made her to be seen only as a hopeless person, whose life was shameful, miserable and without happiness. Just a miserable life enough... She will automatically appear in his mind.”

“She has been locked up in a prison for thousands of years. Even her corpse can cause humans to go blind, have amnesia, or even die. That is truly terrifying beauty.”

The man who looked like a monk finished his speech and asked the old man.

“Are you guys ready to see her picture?”

“I'm ready.”

The old man answered without hesitation. Soon the white cloth was opened and the old man stared intently. But what he saw was an empty picture frame, and when he turned to look at the people next to him, everyone's eyes widened in shock.

“N-This is... oh... this beauty... I am so glad I was born into this miserable life.”

An old man said with a smile as tears flowed down his eyes.

"But I don't see anything..."

“Congratulations, you are a happy person. How does that prevent you from seeing her?”

The priest smiled with flattery, but the old man was not happy. He wanted to see a picture of her too, but it was a pity... His life is happy A little too much...