This thing...

I was very little when it happened.

I was exploring my grandfather's attic when I found it. The wierdest thing I have ever found. Ever.

It had some assembly of wheels on it, and I knew it had something to do with the way it worked.

I pressed the button.

It whirred to life, arousing my grandfather from his nap. He grasped me and laughed. He turned of the machine, and he put me down. He talked to me in some indescribable language.

Days later, I was looking for something else. The machine turned itself on, and I became one with the machine.

I am now someone who is not myself.

Yet I am.

I should not be existant...

Yet I am.

I should be erased by the dieity that supposedly rules this world... This universe...

And yet I am.