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One could call me a glitch. A mistake. A fragment of data. But I'm none of those. I don't know why I am here, but I assure you, I am human. My home is exactly like here, but entirely different.

The last thing I remember in my _real_ home was falling asleep in my bed. It felt like every other night did. Boring, generic, and long. Oh, so long. I don't really recall anything off about that night, but I long to go back to it. Even if, in a way, I've always been dreaming of escaping it all.

The days are strange here. People don't seem interested in me, even with my constant begging. I haven't gained the strength yet to walk on my own. I guess it will come in due time. I guess it will ALL come in due time.

Whatever that word "it" may mean.