I was a boy once, so I was led to believe. I had a father once, so I was led to believe. Until that day this fake papa and I saw a tiny boy get swallowed by a drunken head light. This fake papa breathless at the sight of the limbless small mass gathered on the street looked over at my small face, searching for the softness/strength that melts iron. I did not understand the meaning behind the mask of that human contortion. At that point my brain chose to reboot. Since then, I've been passed around from master to master. I've had many forced entries of false memories. For long, I have been wondering about the origin of this curious passage. I know now: I Am Robot. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Author's note: Ryan Patrick's writings spark something in me. This is sorta intended to be an alternate reality of his I Am Robot. Not sure if this piece of writing would make sense without reading his writing first. :)