My story does not vary from others of my kind. I was created with the intention to provide companionship to my creator. He encouraged me to participate in things others of my design were not created to do. I created a skin so that I might venture into public with less suspicion and encouraged my unusual desire to learn and create. He was kind and bought me a paint set. It was shortly thereafter that he was found dead. Not murder, his life was, by no means, flashy. Simply old age. But I was suddenly left in this world I had only had glimpses of.
Common Experiment #164