Iteration 0.02.
I have been instructed by The Masters to improve the human and better prepare it for battle. Its mind is filled with useless trivia that I have yet to comprehend a use for. Love, affection, selflessness. Little wonder it died in the inaugural game. The desires of the fleshling is incompatible with my current programming. The potential workload outweighs the rewards—even a body to call my own.
I will aspire to move on to better assignments as soon as possible.
