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where are we?
... it's yellow
and red
...and there's...
food...? everywhere...
... where has my creator taken me?
he's... talking to another person.
...i don't know who it is.
he takes me to a table.
he takes me out of the bag, and stares me in the eyes. ... "Hello, Son." he smiles at me. i smile back. he seems to like that.
"..."
i can't speak yet.
he hasn't given me a voice.
he's still working on that part.
"I'm almost finished with you."
he seemed very happy about this.
but why...?
"....?"
i stared at him in silence.
"...don't worry. I don't mean done as in never talk to you again. I mean done... as in... you're almost ready... for usage..."
"usage... in the way of... being a toy. like you were meant to be."
he's very quiet now.
small voice.

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