I put some kind of potion in my pastries because i don't trust anyone. I can't feel or even understand emotions such as love. I've been betrayed by my own parents who died and now can't trust anyone except Herta (member #83) and Screwllum (member #76). With them, i created the Simulated Universe. After catching the attention of Nous, the Aeon of Erudition, I left my hometown and began my research on the origin of life in a secret corner of the universe... please don't ask me where.