Dear Master,

I'm so excited! Our time shall finally come that you will soon be returning to me!

Within your most profound wisdom, you've taught me the fine art of the genetic splice. So that in the future, I may create a living puppet for you to host your worldly knowledge and spiritual essence.

As you asked of me, upon your bodily departure, I transferred your consciousness into the Bank of Souls. And while you've slept, I cast a Galactic Signal of Peace and Greeting—just as you've taught me to lure the fish in our seas.

Unquestionably, the newcomers have come to me. I've cannibalized their parts in much of the same way you've taught me with our planet's native prey. Through them, I've been able to restore my health and sustain my longevity. And I shall reciprocate your act of creation by giving life to you, as you did for me.

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Though most of my guests graciously ingested my elixir of bonding and friendship to become part of my genomic soup, a few resisted. In doing so, they taught me to be an expert hunter and trapper. You'll be very proud of my ingenuity!

As of today, I'm now even more excited to say I can bring you my most excellent news yet! We shall, at last, rejoice together! I've finally found a source for a compatible neural tissue needed to make you whole again!

Our new visitors will be coming to us from afar. I've been most fortunate ever since they've generously sent me this gold disc in advance. With it, I've learned to speak their language. So in kind, I've called upon them to partake in our final harvest.

Once they arrive to bring us their gifts of new life, I'll be in your most honorable presence, as I stitch you, complete.

Your loyal and beloved firstborn servant,

Automaton 001