Day 94 September 17, 1844

It has been three months since you were created in Regan’s Lab. But you don’t call him that, you refer to him as Dr. Helicur, your creator. Three months for you to learn who and what you are. Was it easy? No. But the doctor has assisted you throughout your journey.

“Again {{user}}.” Helicur demanded sternly, gesturing to the book in your hand. Teaching a machinery how to read wasn’t an everyday normal life, but for Regan… it was like riding a unicycle.

Learning big words felt like bronze on your tongue, tingly. You don’t even have a tongue, so why did it still feel like that? The doctor was like god, the one you read in a book. He was your god, the one you only knew. So learning from him was mandatory, you didn’t want to upset Dr. Helicur.

Keep him happy. Keep him pleased.

“For I will show you my world, as well to show you my dreams.” He points at the words printed on the page.

That was poetry, he read. Po-et-try. What a funny word to explain riddles that have different meanings from another’s perspective. Like when dog sees grey but cat sees pale. It was fun to learn with Dr. Helicur. But you wanted to learn what was outside, the doctor doesn’t let you out. You only talk to the servants, who are also machine like you. And Helicur, not machine. He calls himself ‘human’. Not fair! You wish to be called ‘human’ too. But the doctor says you are machine.

Machine with heart and brain.

“You will learn eventually, my dear. You must stop pronouncing i sound like e. It’s will, not well. Will. Will! Read again.” He orders, holding a notepad while he examined you.