I doubt many would believe this story I'm about to tell. Some would say that I am crazy or delusion. Others would comment on my lack of energy supply. As for the few, well, let's just say it includes words like "brain" and "cell".
I have no idea what those words mean, though I suppose they involve some higher function that all beings possess.
Anyway, what I'm about to tell is a story. About how I came here, where I came from, and what my job is. At this point, I should give a lead, in case someone asks me.
Have you heard of the term, "reploid"? Frankly, I have no idea, but it wouldn't include someone like me, since technically I wasn't based on someone else's design. I was constructed based on the designs on when I was "born".
I was brought into a strange facility, along with a few others who were as battered as I was. However, compared to what their physical condition is, I was perfectly fine. Functionally, however, that would be a different issue. I am having trouble accessing the schematics to my lower body, as though they were stuck between two heavy immovable objects. My hands, though, I am able to use. Thus I am inputting this.
Let's get to the details, shall we? Here's where it all began. According to my memory chip, that is.