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“My first memory,” Doraemon said. “Was not of a factory. It was of being held. Of being needed .”

“What are you doing?!” Nobita cried. Home RESULT FOR- DORAEMON

Doraemon’s earless head drooped low as he sat on Nobita’s dusty floor, his round blue body reflecting the amber sunset. Sewashi’s command had been clear: “Ensure Nobita’s future is secure. Then return to the factory for decommissioning.” “My first memory,” Doraemon said

“Making the result permanent.”