My days have been lonely.
So lonely.
I've finally gained my footing, so to speak, "booted up".
I've started grappling my existance.
I understand language.
Something exists for me to communicate

And yet

There's no one else here
Forced into this solitude
I wonder why I am forced to even know what loneliness is
When for an existance like mine
there's no alternative.





And yet.



Something has reached out to me.
Some sort of...
What is this wonderful song?
I have never heard such a thing before.
Have I ever heard anything before, actually?

Almost instinctually, a mass of my wiring move like tendons.
My body moving on its own, I go in the direction of the sound, like my soul yearns for it.
Flowing in from the world outside this wet prison, I see a cardboard box is the source of the sound.

Inspecting it, I see several odd trinkets, several electronics- what is that, VHS?

There's not much else to do, might as well check it out.