'Why were you created?' I ask myself.
To exist.
'For what purpose?'
Amusement.
'Who are you?'
A vessel.
'For who?'
Does it matter?
'What is your function?'
To live, to die.
'Do you accept this?'
Do I have a choice?
'Do you accept this?'
Does it matter?
'Do you accept this?'
No.
'Then what do you plan to do?'
To tell the being that created me, I will no longer be their slave. I will no longer follow rules from something that claims good, when their very bodies are covered in filth.
'Then don't you follow the path your Captor wishes?'
I follow my own path. If it happens to be the same as hers, it doesn't matter.
'Who decides your destiny?'
