I don't know how long I've been around. For as long as I can remember, I've seen cogs, pistons, and metal plates. Constantly manipulated by plastic hands, I felt like an object that served only to satisfy the desires of these humans. Undergoing tests, filling in incomprehensible forms, all this is my daily life. And why don't they finish me off right away? Can't they finish me off or destroy me once and for all? Why do I have to remain unfinished? If I have to stay in this state, then I would like to get out of this so-called laboratory.
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