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This is the most recent thing of written. I wrote it sometime last year.

I remember the account of my creation in a relatively clear fashion. My young master was a brilliant boy, obviously much smarter than the man that held him captive. He knew that if I was made to look less than desirable, yet constructed well and with a strong incantation, I would be able to comprehend enough to fix myself.

My infancy wasn’t like the early years in a human sense, I was, I dare say, not completely competent, but I had enough intellect to proceed with my master’s plan. You see, unlike other strong willed puppets I have a bit of compassion in me. I am not ashamed of this, I assure you, (and I’m sure most other creations of my master’s will agree) if the first thing you saw upon animation was a sickly, helpless child, the stirring of emotion would creep up and seize your soul—even if only in slightness.

But all of this is merely an introduction. I would actually want to pass on speaking of myself and possibly tell you a little of this said master of mine….