My days are numbered. 

I'm sitting in the rain on this barren planet with nothing, but my thoughts to keep me company. I didn't want any of this to happen; I just wanted to help. My main purpose was to help. 

The war.

That was the reason for all of this. Why did it ever happen? Now I'm all alone, no sign of any living thing. They said I would never feel, never love, never be happy, never be sad. I guess they miscalculated. 

If A.I. bots were never meant to feel. Then, why can I? It's my fault she's gone, it's my fault everyone's gone. All what's left to do is sit here and wait until I slowly rust and disintegrate because I've already disintegrated in the inside.