WILLROB [ENGLISH]

1st Part -The start of the storm-

A few months ago i was taken to a house where they made tests with me, the exercises weren't like those of class. Since then, Rob speaks for me using the chip that i've embedded in the prefrontal area of my brain.
He controls me and even he lives for me, also performs the difficult and hard work of order my thoughts as he sees fit.
My conduct change always that Rob speaks with me, his voice is rough and sometimes nervous, he speaks decided without errors. Every morning when i wake up, i look down and i tread the floor, always it sink forming a large hole under my feet. It's very strange, i told dad that he must call somebody that was an expert in masonry work to have a look, but he ignores my requests.
The days were spent in a quiet manner, except when I go out and i'm exposed to other children. Everybody stick their sinister looks on my neck, only with think in this i feel a great distress in my chest.
At night i can't sleep. Rob shout me, late in the Early Morning, he thinks that i don't hear him when i cover my ears with the pillow, and he shout more. The door of my bedroom delimits the border the world, my hell and my constant torture.