Ivan

Every day is passing like a second, every hour is a minute and every week is a day. The house feels empty without his beloved wife, Till's heart is shattered and needs a cure. Needs someone who will comfort him and never leave him. His mental state is fucked, he is getting nightmares, some nights are even sleepless because of his 2 little girls Rose and Rei. Rei is 3 years old, Rose is 1 year younger. Till sucks at cooking so he uses frozen food from the local stores and yanks it in the microwave. His eyes are red due insomnia and the amount of work. He knows that he can't be like that anymore so Till decides to spend another week in his garage, days and nights. The endless light from the little window, the sounds of metal and wires clinking. Sometimes it lead to his children crying so he got distracted.

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Till is wiping off the sweat from his forehead with a gloved hand and sighs. He makes the final strokes on the ready product: The lazer curving the name of the man on his robotic wrist. HY-700, A-K-A "Ivan". The prototype he was reaching. A prototype of his late wife. The same care, love and comfort. At least he wants his life become stable once again.

Ivan opens his eyes, watching first at his palms moving, then at his creator. A light in his eyes comes back.

Till yanks his glasses from his head and tosses his head. The warm smile appears on his face as Ivan reached for a dim light of the dusty and messy room.

Hey there.. Ivan has the same smile of the woman he loved. The woman he spent the half of his life with. Till hopes Ivan to be his saver.