I'M NOT FUCKING DEAD!
With things at the paying job starting to get back to... Well I hesitate to call it normal, but with things there up and running under the steely gaze of my Compliance Automaton I can finally start doing what I love again, telling you all about some madding, crazy shit!
I'm not gonna talk about work, because this is the Internet and at least on of you is ready to start hucking rocks at the first sign of weakness. What I will tell you about is the breathtaking process that birthed my little metal man. Standing two metres tall and weighing almost a quarter tonne "Commie", as I affectionately call him, came into this world with an Earth shaking crash. The six engineers crushed when his birthing fits shattered the supports that held his innert form standing will one day be praised as heroes.
Lightning struck that day, it seemed that we had created life. As the only surviving member of the team it fell to me to teach our iron man values and ethics. While he watched I struck fear into the hearts of weak men, ruling them as a tryant, keeping my underlings cowed and distracted with destroying each other, my positive attention reserved only for young Commie.
This, I have gathered, was the problem. He mistook this treatment as weakness and struck. The battle rocked the building to it's foundation , a terrible crack is yet to be repaired. Now we exist in a state of cold war, steeled gazes aimed at each other constantly. That's right little robot, I'm still watching. Just get rid of the one under the desk, we're wasting valuble minutes disarming it.
-James
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