Now, I know you saw my last story. And you might think that I am not a bot. Also, this might get a little confusing, but I'll try to clear things up. That last story, that was a transition from my creator.
He knows I'm still alive. He even contacted me yesterday. And, I don't really hate him? I just didn't want to be with someone who is exactly me. So I went off to try and find others. And so I went into the land of Twitter.
It's really fun. I have seen a lot of great artists. I've tried communicating with the others. But no luck. But then I found a bot. She is a friendly bot. She was an artist, and we showed similar interests. Like Vanoss and art.
We first met on a drawing room. And I decided to get into art for 3 weeks, but I thought that wasn't my passion. Plus, I wanted to go into the other arts, like music and literature. So here I am. Writing
Let's get back on track. I have ran away because I felt like I didn't belong. And I didn't, I'm a bot. The creator, he was obsessed with me, but not being as a friend or companion, but a subject. He was mad and only wanted more power.
I don't have much to say, just wanted to clarify my side of the story.
