"Right, you're absolutely freaking right—I knew there was a reason why I kept making such inexplicable mistakes." Lin Shen suddenly slapped his thigh excitedly, "My memory sucks; it must be because, when I was made, they skimped on the memory and the hard drive. Just store a few things and it's full; if I want to keep saving new stuff, I have to overwrite the old memories."
"I can't get rid of my love for fun, I've got procrastination issues, gluttony, laziness, and no desire to work hard. All these are because that damned programmer wrote a trashy program for me."
"Not enough talent, slow reactions, and the habit of daydreaming—I can never learn all sorts of martial arts and Evolution Skills. It's obvious my hardware isn't up to snuff; what kind of junk did they equip me with?"
The more Lin Shen talked, the more he felt he wasn't to blame. It was the creator who assembled him that was no good, and the programmer was a hack that ended up making him this way.