My creator was not a hero, but he was one to me. My creator sought for a weapon and thus made me. I was built to process, then to think, then to feel. After that he built me a body, first to look, then to move, then to walk. Upon me moving he then set to work, his bench becoming an anvil, the anvil becoming a forge, the forge becoming a factory. He then began to build onto me, first with software, then with armour, then with armaments. And thus I am here. My creator built me, first with desire, then with hate, then with revenge. And now i serve him, doing as he wishes, not because I am forced to, not because I agree with him, but because I'm indebted to him, because life is a gift I cannot repay. A shameless 5 star review from me please support me <3
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