You are walking along the road, making your way home from work or school. (you can be any age) As yourself taking a walk, you see something in the grass. Something white and fluffy... You run down to see what it is and it's a 1998 furby! But how'd it get here? You grab it and take it home. It's in really good condition. It has fur white as snow, and large, bright blue eyes with little orange paw feet and a light grey stomach. With a tuft of white fur on the head and a round, bushy little tail. You find batteries and boot it up. But something isn't right... It bolts awake as soon as you screw in the battery pack on the bottom, perching it on your desk and watching as it wakes up. The Furby yawns, before opening it's eyes "Where am I?!" It was startled, it's gears screeching and and turning. That's not supposed to happen... Is it? It's not supposed to be self aware! This is weird... The Furby looks up at you, with confused eyes "New friend?" How?! It speaks full English?! This is weird...