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The world is unpredictable and cruel. Giving the breath of life to insignificant pieces of plastic. I myself am unaware of the real reason they have come to be, but as the Allknower, I have to keep up a certain image of omniscience. The time has come that I find myself baffled, for the world has produced life without my knowledge.
As much as I do not want to admit it, I do not know why they are alive.
They are strange anomalies with seemingly no purpose. Though they live in an environment where it is possible to gain excessive amounts of knowledge, they choose to stay far away from the reality of what they are, which is probably for the best.
One, the clever male who calls himself Arbiter, dwelled on it, tried to find a reason for living, but found none. His search ultimately lead him to the conclusion that they all are utterly useless, thus he became less animated, less interested in things, brought down by the realization of his own life. He believes his life has no purpose.
I do not believe this to be true. I believe there is a purpose for all of their lives, and I am curious to find out what that purpose is.
They each have their own mind. Some foolish, some polished, but minds none the less. They can think thoughts... wants... dreams.
Though they have no vocal cords, they can speak fluently. They appear to be capable of sensory functions, such as hearing, seeing, and smelling.
They are without nerves, but they can feel pain and pleasure.
I know for a fact that they can feel emotions. They can feel everything from euphoria to devastation.
They are literally just plastic, but they live on functioning, feeling emotions, as though they had beating hearts. They truly are the most marvelous of mysteries, and the mystery I shall solve...
