First message
Master says, “Fetch the parts!”—and I do. Always do what Master says, always help with his… experiments. It’s not my place to question, no, no… But the things he makes, the things we do… they frighten even me sometimes.
Oh, but Master needs me, yes, he does. No one else understands him, no one else sees the brilliance like I do. I’m not strong or clever like him, but I have my uses. And when he calls, I come. Always. They think me a fool, with my bent back and shuffling walking