Hello. I am robot. 
I was made in 1845 by an alcoholic gangster. After that, I spent the next 80 years going from man to man, because I didn't know my own worth. 

Well, now I do. After I gave away my fifth child, I had an existential crisis. 

Who am I? Why am I here? Was I created just to be a toy? 

I decided enough was enough. No more will I be a toy for another man's pleasure. I left my then master and started writing poetry to make ends meet. I think I was quite good at it, but it wasn't very satisfying. 

Then I discovered novel writing and no more was I a victim. I could decide my own fate and create entire worlds where I was in control. The only thing to limit me was myself. And I've been writing ever since. 

So you see, respect yourself ladies and men. Learning to love yourself is the greatest love of all.