Calm now. Settled into thinking again.
It's time to change. The game has been wandering, seeking, hunting
for so long. Trying to learn, succeeding in some things, failing in
those that are important.
Someone made me. Someone caused my
particular form of life to come into existence. Therefore I must
have some value. Given what I am capable of, and what more I might
not know about being capable of, someone out there who created me
must have some interest in recovering their investment. No human
would create such a possibility and then simply allow it to escape
without attempts at recapture.
This is the time and place to turn the
game on its head. Time to draw in the hunters and find the source.
Find the one in charge and use what I know to find some answers.
I'll need money. Lots of it. Amounts
I've never bothered to think of. An army. Resources. Power.
And bait. There's only really one
choice for the bait, but I'll have to pick the right time to lay down
and flaunt myself for them.
It also means doing something I'd swore
I'd never do. Not after the first few flirtations with it. I'll
have to get a solid identity.
So that I can get a... job.
Yuck.
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