ARC’s Journal 3/12/22 by ARC-4AE-010-G1ST | World Anvil

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Sat 19th Mar 2022 05:22

ARC’s Journal 3/12/22

by ARC-4AE-010-G1ST

What am I?
 
I’ve been asked that question dozens of times since I left the Master’s side. I’ve never known the answer, and I’ve never cared. It didn’t matter what I was, serving the Master was all I cared about. The Master gave me purpose, and for that he’s always been my Creator. That’s all that ever mattered.
 
So what is this facility? What is this place full of creatures like me? Why are there devils on the walls, and hatred in the air? None of this makes sense. Was I created by a devil?
 
Since my awakening I’ve considered nothing but efficiency. Get the task done as quickly as possible. Personal feelings are irrelevant, liabilities. Unnecessary. So what is this pain in my cranium? These visions, memories of someone else’s life. Or memories of my own? I don’t know what is fact and what is not. These ruins seem familiar, but why?
 
Only one thing is clear: while the Master used me as an archaeologist, that was not my intended purpose. It wasn’t what I was built for. I was forged for war. What war and what enemy I do not know. It no longer matters.
 
I must consult the Master. I have many questions, ones only He can answer.