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“Coming, Mom!” Nobita shouted.

“The rules,” Doraemon said, pulling out a Forgery Seal to fix Nobita’s test answers, “were written by people who have never been lonely.”

He pulled out his final, secret gadget. One he had never shown anyone. The — a forbidden device that could merge two living beings’ memories into one permanent, unbreakable bond. Home RESULT FOR- DORAEMON

Doraemon waddled after him, his bell jingling. And in that small, messy, imperfect room full of zero-point test papers and half-eaten dorayaki, the algorithm finally settled.

“Doraemon! You’ll break the rules!” Nobita hissed. “Coming, Mom

For years, Doraemon had operated on a simple algorithm: Mission = Nobita’s Happiness. He pulled out gadgets—the Bamboo-Copter, the Anywhere Door, the Memory Bread. He fixed Nobita’s tests, fought Gian’s bullies, and soothed Shizuka’s tears. But every night, after Nobita fell asleep sniffling into his pillow, Doraemon would roll to the corner of the closet and power down. His internal chronometer ticked down the days until his mission’s “completion.”

One rainy evening, Nobita came home failing not one, but seven subjects. Tamako, Nobita’s mother, screamed until the walls shook. Nobita ran to his room, slammed the door, and buried his face in his futon. The — a forbidden device that could merge

Nobita screamed. He grabbed Doraemon’s paw. “No! He’s not a unit! He’s my… he’s my…”