I was born today to serve the Emperor.

They gave me my memories and instructions, when I walk the palace it’s like a window appeared in my head and I knew where everything is.

It’s also of no surprise to me the size of his body. This palace is ancient yet it was built to accommodate him and his daily routine. His voice seems to come out of my own head, that’s something I don’t think I will ever get used to.

My first task is to validate all of the Imperial decrees. My desk is neatly organized as everything else, I go through the papers and I find my handwriting in all of them.

I didn’t write any of them. It must have been my predecessor.

His memories always become clouded, I never know what happened to him or how many of him there have been.

Of him, not of me.

I walk to the gates to greet the visitors, four of them, they all come looking for something they believe the Emperor can provide.

It is my job to convince them they already have it.