We won the race. That was good for us, but nobody seemed happy to see us. They were all waiting for that bastard airship to win, they didn't even expect anyone else to win. There was this man called Orryn who was supposed to be important or something....
None of this is important.
I've been told that I was a 'first draft' for some kind of automoton. This can't be true. I'm one-of-a-kind. I'm not just some failed design. I'm useful, I'm skilled... There's plenty that I'm good for. How could I be a failed prototype for anything. I've been keeping our ship in order for a long time, I blew that paladin up, I've stopped Bo from being killed at night by watching him, and I've managed to survive plenty of danger. How could anything be better than this? If this Orryn built me then why was I not with him, why was I in a box? Why did the Circus want to send me away. Why does everyone want to leave me. Everything is useful. This Orryn abandoned me, The Circus gave me to the crew, and the crew were going to leave me in the sewer to die to the shitty monster. Bo killed that other metal fellow by ripping their heart out and now they want me to make a necklace, they don't understand that whoever that metal fella' was, he recognised me. Called me 01. I don't think that they see that he was alive, just like me. I fear that they'll dump me somewhere. I'd never do anything like that to anything. Everything can have a use.
I will see for myself if this Micheal is lying. Bo seems to trust him.
I don't.