Today I am a robot. I don't mean i felt like I robot or anything like that I mean to say I woke up to find myself as a robot. Much like in Kafka's story The Metamorphosis. Only that was written to show how the life Kafka and many other people in Eastern Europe where feeling as if they lived and where treated like cock-roaches. I'm not saying that I feel like a robot, that I am living the life of a robot. No for that story we'd have to o back a few years to when I lived in an office building owned by my father and I worked various jobs for little to no pay. And I did it all because I was so mind numbingly depressed I couldn't even feel anything anymore... and so I became a robot.

Last night I hung out with friends late into the night. And we luaghed and joked and they decided to never leave... ever. But than I went down to may lair. The cenent walls and floor. The garage door opposite a blue tarp. And the bed next to a broken door that wont ever completely close, and I never wanted it to be open in the first place. I actually rarely sleep down there but when there is company it's the further from them I can get. And they wont dare to follow into the murky, swamp of the below.

When I awoke in the morning they were still about. Laughing and partying and inviting over more people. And I could tell this was a day for robots. But more about that never. So I stayed in the below and waited for them to leave. Which they didn't do until... five in the after noon. My brother was entertaining them and at that time I decided to appear. When they saw me, they decided to leave. Because nobody trusts a robot I guess. Would you?

So than I was alone, I discovered that that was what I wanted all along. I didn't need to be with others. For robots need not for friends. This seemed like a good thing at first. Until I realized I could not eat. I could feel all manner of emotion, just as I normally could. But my hardware was insufficient. I could not hover. What a shame. What's the point of being a robot if you can't hover. I waited and waited because I could. Nothing changed, not from my perspective. Human problems became non of my concern. I became so desperately bored. And that's what got me in the end. Boredom. So I exploded and destroyed half the star system. What a pity. Better luck next time.

Also I think one of you might be interested in the new Dresden Codak story arc. Good stuff, that.

we will not speak of this.