Jan. 10th, 2012

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"I can't remember what my parents look like." --Jim, Empire of the Sun

This statement has never been more true than it is right now. I genuinely have no recall of my actual parents. For all I know, the people at the group home are my family and I consider them as close to a family as I'll ever get. I know not why I was placed here as the records show that my "parents" were definitely capable of taking care of me. But..they still placed me here anyways when I was quite young. They didn't want me after all.. it's strange knowing that you've been left in a place where others find that their parents are dead or couldn't afford to take care of them and you, you just were something unwanted. An inconvenience to a couple. But perhaps it's for the best that they left me here, I'll never know how they were exactly..and I don't really have any desire to. After all, the life I've had here so far is probably better than what they would have provided me with if they had opted to keep me. Very well then..
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Here I am sir, good day. EVB-224 at your service, though I am commonly referred to as one Eduard Von Bock. I attend these meetings every few weeks or so. I interact with these beings neither human nor machine. They feel awfully human though to say the least. They have lasted for years, as have I. But on my part, it's not without some maintenance. Especially throughout the more unfortunate circumstances of my existence. It's hard to repair those rips of the "flesh" I wear on the everyday basis. Too make them resemble human scars rather than the tears that they are. I try to maintain relations but I will never be as close as I should be, it's just the nature of my condition after all. I maintain distance regardless of whether I want to or not. If I were human, or even like the others, I could say there is some explanation within psychology for this couldn't I? But no..it is not meant to be that way. I can not imbibe the drinks of which they are so fond of. At least not easily. There had to be changes in my wiring so I can even bear the liquids without destroying my circuitry. Hmm, if only they knew that behind these frames that I do not need, these eyes are not human, they are not nation, they are purely mechanical. I wonder..in as much as I can wonder. What their reaction would be to have co-existed besides a robot for all of this time. One of sensors and synthetic parts rather than any kind of organic origin. One, that can never relate as thoroughly to their people as they can. If I am quite honest, I am only representing this land, Estonia as that is where I was constructed. Or...where I took up residence more accurately, years and years ago. It's all grown so fuzzy. Constructed memory is a funny thing. I can't name my creators or when I was created. There is my own history I can't quite answer for ..and if I'm being.."genuine" I may suspect otherworldly origin. As no technology that I've ever seen on Earth has ever come close to resembling the parts and design and programming contained in myself. Though they are making some progress, the humans they are. Maybe one day I may not be the only one interacting through an android point of view. Though chances are, the humans might try to destroy each other first.

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