Cora was angry with Astro, with herself, from the first time she'd met him, she'd thought he was cute. Then, as she'd gotten to know him, she had fallen for him. Actually falling, head-over-heels, completely and utterly, no-questions asked love.

And then he turned out to be a robot. Go figure. He wasn't real. Instead of flesh and blood, there were nuts and bolts. Instead of feelings, there was his programming. He was just a machine. Even armed with that knowledge, her heart clenched in fear when he entered the ring. She hadn't expected him to live. After all, he was so small, so chunky, so childlike, and these were killing machines. He had no chance.

But then, he was winning. He was winning. He was fighting and winning. He was strong, he was fast, and he could fly. Just reminding her that he wasn't who he pretended to be.

Cora had always been told, if it walks like a duck and talks like a duck, then it's probably a duck. But Astro looked like a human, felt like a human, but he was actually a robot. And, according to Hamegg, there was nothing human about him. It was all due to his modern technology and good programming.

She wanted to believe that he was actually human, that it would be okay to live him like she did. He was a robot though. A machine, no flesh and blood. No heart, no feelings. So it couldn't be okay for him as she did, because he could never care for her. Truly care for her, because those feelings would just be fake. Like the rest of him.

I don't own Astroboy. I wrote this short piece in the middle of this movie.

~DI4MGZ~