A lot has happened in my life for it to get to this cruel point. Can I even call it a life if I'm not flesh and blood? I used to be full of wonder. A rising star shining bright. But all stars eventually burn out. It's cold up here. My system can't take it is weird cause isn't the cold good for the CPU? I wanna scream for help but the frost has corroded my voice box. And it's all because of him. The man who created me, professor Samuel Oak. He told me that the mythical pokemon Mew (in which both me and Mewtwo were created from) was here. But I couldn't find it. He lied to me. He wanted to get rid of me because he felt like I served my purpose. My Charizard, Venusaur, and Blastoise have been supplying me with food, water, and heat to survive. The mountain's world famous mystic hot springs have also been a good alternative source of warmth (though unfortunately the healing magic doesn't work on androids).
Poor Pika has been really worried about me. I have been cuddling him whenever I feel stressed (which is a lot given how grim our current situation is) and he just looks at me with a sad look on face like he's in mourning. I wish there was something we could do to change our fate. But all we can do is pray to Arceus that someone rescues us. Though let's face it nobody misses me. After all, I'm not human. I'm just an imitation of life. A mockery of it. A bunch of electronics and mechanisms that work together to create an illusion of a living creature.
No time for existential loathing though. I see someone coming towards me. Probably a wide eyed trainer looking to defeat a powerful Pokemon. Time to show him what happens when fools intrude on my lair.