Birth of a sad monster
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this is a story of how a innocent worker drone who enjoyed exploring and learning became a monster who is faired by all and is hated by those who fear him as he tries to push through this to regain what he has lost his emotions he wants to feel what he has lost but has to face the one who took them but he will face enemies who will get in his way and will he find friends a long the way let's begin and find out
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