Saturday, April 29, 2006
Memoirs of Mr.Toshi the Black PD
I once lived among many cuddly soft toys but to my owner, I was just another blunt object. The environment I live in is a maze of a room that amazes all. Sometimes I just wish to ignore my owner and get some well deserved rest just like how all those soft toys in her room do, staring blankly at the wall each day. However, my function does not allow me to do so. Each day, I am fed with information from my complex counterpart, Mr.PC. Then I vomit it all out on Mr.PC's cousins n relatives at Monash. Yea, I DO get to travel around a lot.
During my travels, I realized my owner never follows a direct path but much rather take a round circle before reaching each destination. Each day I learn a lot from my owner, from libraries, from lab to labs, each amount of info i get starts to get me wild. After all, I am a black breed of PD's. Generally, I wont be as lame as my white or platinum coated copies.
One day, the chance just appeared. My owner was in a rushy state as usual and I was plugged into another one of Mr.PC's stagnant bro's....they all behave ever so slow. When I noticed my owner was just about to leave, I began my plan of evasion. Normally, I would blink blink a few times to remind her I'm still here but now I just kept still cold as ice. Even Mr.PC didn't say anythin cuz he would take a nap in between each use. I just waited and waited...
When I reopened my eyes, my owner was long gone. There were still many other similiar versions of my owner roaming around the lab. Then up came another fella to reawake Mr.PC.
Unluckily, my presence shocked Mr.PC and he screened alert messages on the bottom right of the monitor. My cover was now blown.
I thought in my mind, OH GAWD, OH GAWD this fella's horrendous!! I wouldnt want my next adventure to be spoilt this way!! Luck wasnt on my side...my still perfect condition caught his eye. My dreams of being adventerous now hangs dead as I a depreciate each day. Survival however would be my next plan.
What happens next, no one will know. But there's a slight chance I'll still be around where my original owner goes about....
(End of Fictional Autobiography)
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