It’s not easy being me. Each day that goes is another day closer to death. Or at least I hope it is. Truth is, I’m not sure when the batteries will run out...my owner keeps replacing em, and sending me off to work in his ghost gun factory all the while giving me a cheap alley shack to live in for my troubles. Fortunately for me (and I say that lightly) I had managed to swipe an Artificial Intelligence companion. It gives me a reason to wake up in the morning. “How are we today Mr. Wiggle?” It asks. “Living the dream” I lie.

Sad reality is I wouldn’t be in this predicament had it not been for my Virus addiction as a new build College student.

I attended College as a earth rail maintenance trainee. But as my virus habit on the weekends bled into the weekdays, my grades began to Wayne. So much so that I ended up getting kicked out of college having gained nothing but a Virus addiction. Out on the street the withdrawals were beyond unbearable. I was in a state where I would be willing to do just about anything for one last hit. So when a man in a slick white suit came up to me and offered a position helping him export printed guns (a.k.a Ghost guns) in exchange for some loose crypto, I jumped at the offer. Unbeknownst to me, I would spend the last 10 years doing such deeds in a trap with no real money besides what was needed for me to replace my cooling units and maintain my addiction. The A.I which I had named “Yuh” was my only friend in this world. I knew I wanted better. So I had decided to up and leave. But a mere day or two before I had decided to actually make the move a co-worker suddenly told the boss he wanted to leave and was beaten to an inch of his life. I have since decided to stay for the time being, hell, maybe one day I’ll have enough Money to upgrade to a shoe box. Hell, who am I kidding. Life won’t get much better than this. My build is 13 years old, that’s alot for a 3rd generation robot. Born too late to not exist. Born too early for the great robot right revolution. Shit, maybe when I’m older things will change. Maybe one day I’ll kick this nasty habit once and for all. Maybe one day.

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