Times are tough. We were able to save the lady in the sewers, which was nice, and that led us back to Michael who had the blueprints that I didn't want to believe he had. It confirmed it. I was just a bad first attempt. So bad that I wasn't worth keeping. I don't know how to feel about it. I can't remember this Orryn man, nor can I remember anything before the box. What the hell happened in between? I want to know. Why did I come in these clothes, with this voice. Why do I know the things I know, and where did I learn it? Where are all the other designs that were scrapped. Can I help them? Am I really just obsolete? I don't want to be trash, but even the city seems to think I am. Nobody seems to want me around, and I don't understand what I did to deserve it.
Bo was ready to leave today, but I didn't want him to. He's one of the few that I think likes me, even if he hits me with oars sometimes and gets upset with me sometimes. I think I got through to him, explained that we need him and he needs us.
I might be artificial but that moment wasn't.