"The world would be pretty boring if we were all the same." Shamtul-Carrath-Gammahedra
Preface
An old Andalite stood hunched over a table. A mess of wires and gears sat next to him. And on the table, where he was, was a skeletel frame...An Andalite's skeleton...Wires encircled it, two eyes sat in the main eye sockets...It twitched...The Andalite scientist laughed insanely...
Chapter 1
{Yes, hello!? Shorm, are you there?> A wild eyed Andalite was staring me in the face. Yes,I was Shorm . Yes, He was an Andalite . My data banks had much information about Andalites. {Shorm! Hello??> {Um...> I replied intellegently. {Ha HA!! YES!!> I did not know what I was, however. And I did know who He was. All I knew was that He was my creator, my "father", you could say, and he was brilliant. My memory banks were crammed with His equations, his idea, thoughts, beliefs, opinions, feelings, and even His emotions. I felt what He felt, always. I was a work of art, a masterpiece. Yes, He was brilliant. But not even He could stop the anti-matter explosion... I still remember it to this day. Eight thousand years ago, and I still remember it in full detail. For years I prayed that the data would corrupt, or I would get a memory wipe... But as I soon learned the Gods do not answer to Androids. I do not want to talk about what happened durring the explosion. You will know the important things. You will know that He was dead, and I was alone. So very, helplessly alone... To be continued...