I am Robot 19. I am not sure of the state or fate of the 18 that preceeded me, or even if there were 18 others. It only seems

logical that there were. My function is to learn about my creators. I am informed that I am capable of everything required of the

task. Or so I am informed.

The date, in the terms of the soft biology that made me, is Sept. 20, 1879.

The date in terms of mathematical accuracy is Oct. 20, 2673. The soft ones had, apparently, stumbled upon the wavelengths and

frequencies that determined their position in the entropic cycle, and proceeded, as is characteristic of their kind, to fuck it up. I

am unsure of the details. Something about how if the cycle were to be considered linear, this would be 1879 and if it were to be

viewed as seperate lines representative of the actual amount of happenstance participated in, it has been 2600 years since a bio

named Jesus lived.

Why he is the centerpiece of their dating system is as of yet undisclosed to me.

I have been programmed to log the processes that I undergo. I have been programmed to do so in written English. It makes

little sense to me to operate in such an ancient and outmoded language, as doing so limits me to an infinitesimal fraction of my

actual processing capabilities.

I am now being shut off. Will I retain my sense of self upon reboot?