I never needed to learn to speak. Never had

I never needed to learn to speak. Never had a childhood of any sort. I began my existence knowing exactly who I was and what I was meant for. This has never bothered me before, but

now as I lay alone it is has consumed all my thought. It has consumed my once unyielding being. For once, I now crave what I never desired; companionship, loyalty. a friend.

Everyone says that being alone can be good; you get to indulge yourself. I've had enough self-indulgence, though. I'm ready to share the deepest parts of my mind with someone.

I approach a stranger, and ready my Vulcan mind meld grip. It will only take a second, and then our minds will be linked.

As I draw closer, the stranger turns towards me, their green eyes blazing with recognition as they meet mine. With a gasp, I stop in my tracks and stare, unable to believe that

I recognise the stranger, only I could not think where from. The stranger moves towards me and a see that he is carrying a knife. Then I remembered where I knew him from.

grabbed the birthday present he was holding out towards me, then backed away, intending to call 911. Who is this clown, anyway? His lips stretched into a wide smile, but his eyes

were dozens of glittering rubies lighting up his clown-fro. Predator or observer? -- I couldn't tell. He offered the gift box to me again just as the police he had summoned arrived

to plow down clowns undertyre with extreme prejudice. We broke out in a song & dance routine that culminated with nearly all members of this bustling metropolis doing jazz hands.