March 2nd, 2077

Sensors: Normal

Malfunctions: None

Binary Systems: Roman Number

Security Protocols: Normal – Heightened

Call Number: 00128096-B45 "Codsworth"

Diagnostically speaking, I am doing well. A new upgrade will be given within the coming days. I have yet to receive my assignment. However, Meads assures me that it shall be within the next few days. The laboratory assistants have been splendid in their attentiveness to detail. I was given a nice oil bath and a buffing to start the day.

Miss Violet, the orderly who sees me, has gotten worried over the recent political turmoil that is beginning to fester between the Chinese, Soviets, and Americans. The trifecta of doom is what she called it. Personally, I shan't have an opinion until it affects me further. I do sympathize with the Americans though, perhaps it is bias. After all, Communism, from what I can deduce, is a bad business with moldy cheese and red- red is not a good color for things to possess.

I should expect my colleague, who I am told is to be called 00128096-B45-A to wake up from Systems soon. I should like to meet him, let us hope he doesn't wander alone for too long in wastelands.

To open my eyes at last, this morning I witnessed two revealing truths: firstly, I am a robotic machine, can never be compared to humankind, and secondly, I found out what those letters in quotations mean; it is a registered name, one that is not a call or serial number, Codsworth.

I am Codsworth.


A/N: Don't expect daily updates, I am just testing the water. I will try to update weekly but this will all depend on my schedule. I am a robot butler after all.