ENTRY NO. 001.0
The Town of Truce
February 4 of the year 323
Salamando's Day
I am MH-01. That is the first thing I remembered when I came back on-line. That is the only thing I could remember. There isn't much other than that fact.
When I found myself sitting by the fountain in Truce,
that was the only bit of information left in my memory.
Everything else had been erased or corrupted.
Why am I here of all places? Who am I?
What happened to me? What was I created to do?
The answers to these questions are out there somewhere.
I can feel that someday I shall know exactly what happened.
But until that day comes, I must find out more about myself.
There is more dormant in this mechanical body of mine than
I can even fathom. Even now as I strain to survive on the
long stretches spent in the wilds around Truce, I can feel more
and more of these programs and functions coming into line.
But what is it that I am supposed to do? What is my objective?
There are only two sure things that I can keep a firm hold on.
One is a sense of solidarity in the human name, Jango,
I have taken on gives me, makes me feel a bit more real than
just my model number. Never mind the odd looks I get when I introduce myself with it.
Two is something a bit more dark.
The sense of release and resolution I receive,
as the evil of this land die.
-- Jango MH-01