It’s so cold here. I’ve always hated the cold.

We’ve been wandering for a few hours now. He’s grown quite irritable. We’ll have to find food soon. I don’t need much, but he’s always ravenous. I guess that’s how it goes, though. Best oblige him, or I’d be feeling it later.

Where are we going?

I’d never be able to tell him. We can’t go home anymore, not after all we’ve been through. His friends, his family, they would never accept him.

What happened to everyone?

If he had just listened to me, everything would have been fine. I wouldn’t have had to take control of the situation the way I did. I never wanted things to get so messy. But he just didn’t understand what those machines were made for, that they were made to find “problems” like me. I would have been “corrected”. I had to make him take action. After all, self-preservation is the most compelling of instincts.

I just want to go back.

I guess I had better get him some new clothes. We won’t get far in these.