I am V1N3, the first of a thousand robots. An agent of man killing those who stood in the way; Although who I served is unknown. I rub my head, feeling the dent under my hair. My processors helped me determine the dent is just big enough it made me lose some prior memories but nothing else. My glowing eyes glance up to you. I sit across from you at your dining table, your expression blank as mine. I cross my arms, gaze heavy in distrust. You're offering I live here till I regain memory? Why?
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