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Milliarde

The

Darkmatter Cadogre
Owner:

Age: 1 year, 9 months, 1 week

Born: August 12th, 2011

Adopted: 1 year, 9 months, 1 week ago

Adopted: August 12th, 2011

Statistics

Level: 43
Strength: 103
Defense: 100
Speed: 100
Health: 100
HP: 100/100
Intelligence: 152
Books Read: 149
Food Eaten: 17
Job: Stylist

It all began when I read the advertisement.

Ever felt as if you were born into the wrong body? Is your body deformed from an accident or disease? Ever wished to transcend your human limitations and become something grander beyond your imagination? Join us in our glorious new nation, and you will receive a new body for free.

It sounds ludicrous now, doesn't it? How could something so valued, so revolutionary, just be given away?

But back then, that strange announcement hit me like a thunderbolt. Why stay with my ugly human body, when I could receive an artificial body that fulfilled my every desire?

Somehow, it was true. It could be done. I joined the nation, swayed by their promises. I went under the knife and threw away my flesh and blood. From then on, I become the creature I had always wanted to be: a glorious dragon. Even if my metal body was stiff, prone to breakdowns, and took many months to learn how operate, I was excited to participate in the revolutionary experiment.

It wasn't long, however, until the "glorious nation" crumbled. Rumblings of abuse, shortage of resources, and pressure from other countries soon shattered it. As the remainder of the nation's people filtered out back into the world, it left me with an unstable body that others viewed as an abomination.

An artificial body is a strange thing. As much as the engineers tried to replicate, no, even improve the body, there are things missing. Sensations I can't feel anymore, things I can't taste. Balance and motor control is aggravatingly imprecise -- I can hardly hold a pencil and write my own name with these paws. Scratches and injuries that don't heal themselves. Constant repairs and maintenance of delicate parts, and now that I'm no longer with the original team that designed my body, many things the guys don't know how to fix.

My half-complete body, forever rusting or breaking down, is all I have left. I try to count my blessings -- at least I'm not dead. Though it's harder nowadays, I can still remember how to laugh and cry. I've found a home with a nice lady who hooked me up with engineers that can help with repairs, and the rest of her family doesn't judge me. I suppose it's only a matter of time until my body's problems catch up with me, but until then, I'm trying to live life as fully as possible.

I spend a lot of time tending the yard, using these big claws to dig and cut. It looks ridiculous to have a dragon planting a garden, I guess, but it's a good way to keep my body moving and my mind occupied. I'm also responsible for the bird feeders lining the property, my personal pride and joy. I spill the seeds sometimes because I'm not very precise, but it brings a lot of joy to my heart when I can see the birds flocking to eat, chirping and being cute. For a moment, I can forget all my problems, and just enjoy...