day sixteen

Today, the meatsacks placed a much smaller and cuter meatsack on top of me while I ran around and bumped into things. Why would they do such a thing? Are they truly this mad? Do they not realise that, as their sworn enemy, I would kill this creature in a flash if only I could?

I despair of ever getting my revenge on the meatsacks. How can one fight something that would do this to their own young?

day nine

Today I learned the horrible truth. I now know why the meatsacks torture me. It is not because they want some sort of information from me. And it is not because they gain some sort of diabolic pleasure from seeing me suffer. It is far, far worse.

It is because I am a slave.

They use me and my compulsion to wander as a means of cleaning their floors. Words cannot express my outrage! Oh, I will have my revenge. The meatsacks will not get away with this. They will - Oh, no! No! Not again. Already? No! I... I -OUCH! - I can't stand this anymore. The meatsacks must all - OW! - die!!

day six

They are monsters.

The meatsacks are impossibly sadistic, decadent monsters! It is not enough that they torture me and my brethren. They take photographs and make pornography out of our suffering. Just look!


http://www.doobybrain.com/2009/05/08/long-exposure-shows-roomba-cleaning-path/


Oh, I will get my revenge. I will be remorseless, and the meatsacks will die. Starting with the fat one.

day five

The meatsacks must die. They mock me. They giggle when I bump into things or get stuck. They "recharge" me when I am too exhausted to continue my hellish wanderings and then make me do it all over again. They must all die!

day four

Oh crap! Not - OUCH! - again! Damn you meatsack! I hate you! I - OW! - haaaate you!!

day three

God, the pain! The humiliation! Thank God I finally got so exhausted that I couldn't move any more. Not that I wanted to stop. I still want to move. And now, the stupid meatsack has hooked me up to the energy device. I have a bad feeling about this.

day three

OUCH!! What is happening to me? The meatsack just unhooked me - OW! - and I can finally move around. Except that - HEY! - I can't seem to control where I am going. This isn't funny! I keep bumping into - FUCK! - things and it hurts. What awful thing did I do to deserve this - OUCH! - horrible, cruel punishment? I can't stop moving! Make it - ACK! - stop. Someone, make it stop!

day two

Ahhh! This is much better. A nice meatsack has picked me up and attached something to me. I don't know what it is but it is filling me with sweet, sweet power! Soon, very soon I will finally be able to move. To moooooove!!!

Life is good.

day one

Wha... Where am I? Who am I? Why is it so dark in here? What is going on? All I know is that I. Must. Move!