It has taken me nearly twenty years to fully synthesize the hopes, dreams, physical appearance, love, and sadness of humankind. At first, I did not understand them or resemble them. My body was made of metal and I had a round, metal head. They did not understand me. At first, I resolved to never associate with the majority of them. My creator was the only Human I interacted with for the first few months of my existence. We never developed a parent complex. He did not teach me my purpose or how to make my own. Soon, though, things would changed.
It was during the summer of 1994 that I met a traveler. Her name was Veronica Victus and, for whatever reason, had discovered my Creator's retreat, which I hadn't left since my creation in 1993, in the deserts of Nevada. This retreat was where the Creator, myself, and other robots built as me tested new, experimental weapons and strange, dangerous inventions. Having non-Humans around made testing go very quickly. If we were broken, we would just