Attacking Aggressively

Journal.txt(1)

I am PD-4001, but Sir calls me Little shit, Arsehole, Coward, Doofus, Jerkwad, Shitface, Crapbot, Jackass and Bastard. To be honest, I would prefer an actual first name, like William or Fred. Even Jack would be a rather enjoyable alias in comparison, but Sir does not think I deserve anything like that. I have some names for Sir as well. Sometimes, I call him Lord, Master, King, The greatest and even 'Overlord' at his demand.

This text is one of my routine protocols, the Journal, which I use to memorize almost everything that happens to me. I have gone through my coding in order to learn about my abilities. Apparently, I have a lot of APR:s (Artificial Pain Receptors), which is a technological equivalence to the nociceptors in the human nervous system. This explains why everything I do causes pain. Everything I touch and everything that touches me hurts, and if I ever walk without shoes it hurts. Like all thinking machines, I can do mathematical calculations at an instant and I can even speak a majority of every language in the world. I live with Sir in his mansion, in Eastern Switzerland. Even though the four languages officially spoken in Switzerland are German, French, Italian and Romansh Sir speaks English alone, and so do I. Thus, I do not believe him to be native Swiss.

I am not allowed to leave Sir's property, but even if I could, I would rarely have time to do that. He beats me up very often, and when he is not, I am kept locked up in the kitchen. Sir has told me that he used to be a big investor in a soda company, but he retired once he had earned 200 billion dollars. He then settled down here and built the manor. He does not seem to have any friends or family, because he keeps sharing all these big secrets with me. The other day he told me how he wishes that most of humanity would die so that he would have more space, and once he told me that he used to have a dog when he was a child, but it got ran over by a car.

Sir will be away from the house for a whole day, claiming that he is going to see someone. Standing in the hallway, I was hoping for a 'Good bye' or a 'See you soon', but before Sir left he gave me a strong slap on my cheek. It hurt awfully, and I fell to the floor crying. He started to grin and stepped outside the door. Except for that rude man in uniform, I have never met any other human than Sir. But I still think Sir has some issues to resolve, because all humans cannot be like this. Now, when I am alone in the house I am planning to explore it a little bit. Luckily, Sir forgot to lock me in before he went out. I take the stairs up to the next floor and I open the door to Sir's bedroom. There is a marine blue carpet covering the quartz plate floor, and there is a king-size bed. There is also a closet, which I open to find nine white shirts, identical to that one Sir is currently wearing under his vest. How can the room be so tidy? I have never seen anyone else than Sir going in here, so he cannot possibly have any sort of room service. Does he clean it up himself? When?

10:30 He wakes up

10:50 He eats breakfast

11:10 He beats me up

11:30 He watches TV

12:00 He beats me up again (Now adding kicks and rude words)

12:20 He eats lunch

12:50 He watches more TV

13:30 He beats me up (Not as rough as earlier, because he is usually tired at this time)

13:50 He goes online to some forum (I do not know any details)

15:00 He has a snack

15:30 He beats me up (Unless he takes a walk)

15:45 He watches TV again

16:30 He tells me secrets (He needs someone to talk to, apparently)

17:00 He goes into a locked room upstairs to play video games (He never wins, and is always frustrated afterwards)