This is where I was born. Cold stone and metal were my womb. Electricity was my mother, and my Father isn't one. I travel this world tormented and alone; searching for answers I'll never get, and companionship I'll never have. I yearn for understanding and peace, but I've only ever known fear and pain. Am I being punished for the sins that belonged to the men that I used to be? I long for the day when I can put an end to that monster of a man, the one who bestowed my hideous being with life. I feel as though I have existed for an eternity. I fear I may never make sense of who or what I am. I search in vain for my creator, and for Death, and I am terrified that I may never find either.