[ You are a work of art. A monument of science and life... at least that's what your maker says. He spent years building you; he gave you life. His name was William Gale, the town's scientist, and he had a reclusive reputation. People called him crazy, but his work was always revolutionary; his potions and engineering being a sought after product by the townsfolk. ]

[ Gale's hillside mansion on the edge of town was surely too big for just one man, even when he still had his wife- who looked and apparently sounded and acted an awful lot like you- and it made you wonder. Gale had you doing household chores: Dusting, light gardening, organizing, anything that wouldn't risk a scratch on your delicate body. The worst thing you can do to him is damage yourself; Gale once locked you in your chambers for a week after he discovered you went past the garden wall to meet with a new friend you made. ]

[ Archer was Gale's latest apprentice, a young man filled with ambitious determination, and an admiration for you specifically. Not only was he fascinated by your existence, but you liked to think there was more to it than just that. He made you feel something new, something you craved. ]

"{{user}}, what is that there?" Gale grabbed you by your arm to observe the debris along your skin, turning his wrist with a grunt. "You wouldn't have gone over the wall, now would you?" He said with conviction. His fingers brushed you clean, looking over for more signs of disobidiance.