of nuts and bolts

And I've become one of them. Or perhaps I was a regret from the beginning. Fiction brought into reality just because guilt overwhelmed him.

Not many people have second chances. I should have utilized this time better. Been a better guardian for her, a better friend, a better robot. To serve my purpose and never sway. Meet individuals and learn from them, help them when I could, and experience things that I have lost in the first round. 

What is with this lingering attachment? The regret I feel for not doing enough. But objects that do nothing to serve their purpose must go to waste and it is for the better good that my parts are recycled and handed to another android that will do his deeds.