Around 4:30am he is forcefully woken up not by his will but by a default setting, after all he is just a tool to work tirelessly. He looks around his cramped room then sighs to himself, it appears he had slept with the light on again. He gets up from his bed then groans the pain within his bones has gotten worse as he "aged" over time.
"Mm mm"
He stretches every part of his body but to no avail, well, truth be told he never really expected the pain to dissipate. He begins to throw glances at every spot he had spent most of his life, for a moment things feel as though time had stood still just for him and only him. His daydreaming broke when he laid eyes upon himself at the mirror. Their gazes had locked and was so focus that they both looked like a different person. He felt sad not because he was close to his demise but because he felt empty… he felt hollow.
"Hello there handsome"
He joked and made some muscle flex pose like those he had seen from bodybuilders as he makes an exit out from his room, the smile from the earlier joke still plastered on his face. If today is to be his last then he might as well make it a day worth living for once. The fear of ceasing to exist is something that every being fears but not him. To him being able to experience death is a gift he had been denied since his creation.
From his room he appears in a corridor, there are other rooms here with his as an addition. And he knows everything about these rooms and not just about those who reside in them but also he knows the time when sleep would heavily consume them. With his right hand he pulls his cap further forward to conceal his face entirely.
In such a long a long corridor the only way down is either by the stairs or by the elevator, and as usual his choice is the stairs. Well anything is better as long as it involves only him and him alone. He doesn't really like spending time with others not out from his own distaste but a single touch from him spells the doom of others.
Without any further thoughts he takes the stairs. The stairs look lifeless as though no one has ever bothered to ever use them in the past few weeks… after all modern inventions has left earlier findings more pointless than it ever was. At the last step of the stairs that took his 3 minutes sits a guy, his laptop rest his lap while what he assumed was music blasts into the guy's ears through his headphones.
He resists the urge to approach the guy… not to talk but to kick him off the stairs. Then, he realizes his action will lead to the demise of a guy whose moment is still far from him. He waits, a minute goes by two, three, four, all the way to ten minutes yet the guy has not moved an inch. The guy's activity still remains the same. It took him another 2 minutes to realize that the guy wasn't listening to music but rather a record video on his laptop.
He peers his head closer to the image of a lovely little girl and a charming woman with a heartfelt caption.
"Death took everything from me''