I Had Become A Perfect Fake Human,

And As We Should All Know By Now, Anytime You Predict Failure You Have An Excellent Chance Of Being Right.

Nothing Else Loves Me, Or Ever Will. Not Even - Especially - Me. I Know What I Am And That Is Not A Thing To Love.

Of Course, Having Information To Use Is One Thing. Knowing What It Means And How To Use It Is A Different Story.

I'm A Very Neat Monster.

And As Always Seems To Happen When I Have Reached The Point Where I Am Ready To Take Decisive Action, Everything Began To Happen At Once.