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I'm not the kind to talk to people. Humans, or anything remotely human in appearance. Yes, you may call me a hypocrite, for I do look like a human myself. I'm a robot, however. Cybernetics and everything. Of course, none of these are of human make... This body I currently inhabit is one fashioned by.... Her. I used to be quite the chatty person, I know I never could keep my mouth shut in the past. But that's long forgotten now, times have changed a lot. I used to ride a wheelchair just after that... I have made my own prosthetics, however, and my arm cannon left over from those days. They serve me well enough. And... I'm a mechanic in my free time, practicing all the skills that she has taught me over the years. I don't like water. Really, get that away from me this instant!

She was the one who made this. All of this. The most wonderful mechanic I have ever known, and have ever loved. She was the one who put me in this body, allowed me to accompany her on her adventures, allowed me to assist her with her jobs. She was a mechanic, and people would come by the little house we shared near the waterfall and ask her to repair things. Lots of things, and I would help. Things were wonderful then.... Yes. All good stories must come to a bitter end. The woman that governed the land we lived in, she turned her against me, using the fact that I never really belonged to her world in the first place as an excuse to attack me. That fight was brutal enough, it took both my legs as well as half an arm.

I remember I managed to reach the hospital after some time, and there was this doctor - puffy green hair, smokes, - he took me in. Gave me a ward to stay in. For that I am grateful to him enough, but still not enough to put my trust back into human hands. He seems to have the world-hopping air about him, and he does understand a lot of what I say when I base it upon the lack of logic that bridges the worlds together. He's allowed me to tinker with the electronics he leaves in the ward I stay in - and he is the only one that does not make a sound when I power up at three in the morning and produce an electric generator out of a few of the EKGs. He is a horrible cook, and sometimes tries to make me eat some of the crap he makes. The ward he's assigned me to is the one on the west wing of Resurgam, on the third floor, number 101.

I see him around the hospital at times, looks like he and Gabriel go some way back together. They seem to have been in school together, that is all I know... I know his student well, though. He's got this interesting time-retardant, or he can move pretty fast if he concentrates and draws that pentagram. He's a complete nutcase, he thinks he's the greatest doctor alive with that skill. Well newsflash, doc! Matrix skills aren't going to make you look any more real than you do already! I don't like him, especially since he tries to keep me in the ward. Can't a man get out to walk around sometime? That idiot thinks he can control the entire hospital. No way am I going near him.

He is Dr. Stiles's apprentice. He comes by my ward sometimes, my temperature sensors always seem to go haywire around him, though. Can't stand it when that happens. He seems to have been displaced recently, though. He thinks he's a cleric now, with all the 'holy magic' crap. But I'm not going to disillusion the boy, his 'magic' is only made possible by the fact that there are 'someone's that orchestrate everything. I don't believe in gods like him, but I can say that there are 'higher' people up there that determine how our lives go - I have met one of them, myself. No, I am not telling you who it is. Other than that, he's a good doctor, a little on the moron side though, and he should work on that smile of his before going to to talk to a patient. I think someone also told me he had a sister or something, but I don't particularly care. His old cell is on the first floor of the hospital's west wing, room number 305.