It is hard to say why I was bought. Well, not entirely; my human still uses me. It is just that I am not sure what for. Suggestion after suggestion is shot down, so I cannot say for sure that there is not a part of me that is useless. I am supposed to be exactly like my siblings—a carbon copy of them—so it is also hard to guess why my human brings me to the doctor so often.
Perhaps it is because I lose their things so often. My human gives me something to keep, and something like a month later, I—almost magically—somehow lost it. It is weird.
My human makes references to a replacement, but I do not want that. It is honestly peculiar to say that I have grown attached to them. It is not something my kind does, either. Perhaps that is why I am getting replaced.
After this latest doctor’s visit, my human says that I am sick. Sick enough that I have to be replaced; I am not repairable. Such a shame, too, because I liked my human. I do not want to go dark.
