I Am Codsworth
March 1st, 2077
Sensors: Normal
Malfunctions: None
Binary Systems: Roman Number
Security Protocols: Normal – Heightened
Call Number: 00128096-B45 "Codsworth"
I have been programmed to serve. That is my function. To operate under the consistent terms of the Sir or Miss in an attempt to quell fears and nourish proper behavior. I have yet to have been given an assignment, I suspect that my services, should they prove worthy enough, would go to a person who needs them. I should hate to go to a person with money. I would also despise the lot of the decrepit. However, my position is not to have an opinion. In essence, a slave. To kindness, to chivalry, to gentlemanliness. I suppose the term 'slave' is too harsh a word. Perhaps the word butler might be of good use. I shall have to orient myself to proper language. As far as I know, Dr. Bradley Meads has not been too keen in sharing some information pertaining to the origins of my project. Perhaps it is necessary for me to be ignorant. Either way, I await the arrival of my duties.
