ARCHIVE POST TWO

Master Riki,

     It’s been a while. You’re still lively as ever. Every day, I care for you; check up on your stats and make sure you are well-fed and healthy. You really love your foods, don’t you? Or maybe not; you shovel meals down quicker than I can count with my fingers! Every day I say to myself, “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe he’s been starving all this time” or “For someone who’s been in training, he sure has a lot of vigor!” or something to that extent. Master Riki, I know you hate how I address you. But I can’t help it. I’m furniture, a piece of Master Iason’s property. You’re someone different. You’re actually a pet of his. A very special pet, that is. Don’t get me wrong here; Master Riki is unlike the others previously owned…

     Oh, maybe I shouldn’t have said that. Well then, never mind… Ah, Master Riki, you don’t know how lucky you are. Master Iason has never kept a pet so rebellious before. He usually sells them off or disposes of them after a couple of months. Somewhere, in my mind, I have a feeling he might do the same to you. Be careful, Master Riki. Don’t anger Master Iason.

     I don’t hate you, Master Riki. Please trust me on this; I don’t despise you. Master Iason is the head of this household, therefore I must obey him. Even if that means I must perform fellatio on you. You struggle and try to kick me away, but I can’t let you win… If Master Iason wishes it, then so be it. I don’t know how to explain my feelings about this act of mine. Maybe right now is not the right time, but you will understand this feeling one day, yes? Perhaps that day will be soon.

     Master Riki, I think..! No, now I must go. I hear footsteps coming closer. Please, just remember not to do anything foolish. We’ll both be punished if that is the case.

--Command: End Speech--

ARCHIVE POST ONE

Master Riki,

I suppose you will have gotten this graph quite a bit after I am gone from this world but, you know, I am afraid I will have revealed it too early. I’m filled with strange paranoia and constant worry. Most of which the worry is for you, Master Riki. I give myself a great deal of pain and suffering because of the fact that I am furniture, but it’s because I fear I care far too much.

Well then… Now you should know why you’re reading all of this with no reference to anything. So, very well, I shall tell you now.

Master Riki, you know who I am; who is writing, I mean. So I am publishing these letters to you in an archive some place where Master Iason will not find it until the day he decides to search through the set of walls I have created to block him from entering this archive. Perhaps, you will see this earlier than I think now, scrolling through this, hoping that this isn’t some type of morbid joke. No, Master Riki, please let me assure you. This isn’t a game I’m playing with you. These are my feelings put down in a database. The reason why I want you to know these things is because you might possibly learn something about the lies we live in.

But you may think, ‘how could furniture possibly be able to write without the assistance of someone more intelligible’. Don’t assume that I am not able to do the simplest of things, Master Riki. There is so much more that meets the eye. I’m not boasting that I am able to write or read here, though. True, it still seems impossible… here: I am using a voice-to-text speaker that will allow me to “write”. It’s dangerous, knowing that Master Iason might overhear me at any time, but this is far more important to share something with you than to not.

I… I do not have the words to explain more now. I feel quite overwhelmed at the moment. I may have said too much already in this first post. You have only just begun your life as Master Iason’s pet. You’re still snarling and gnashing your teeth at everyone you meet. I’m still very surprised you fight back with so much energy. You sure are someone different…

I’ll look further into these posts as I “write”, Master Riki. For now, I must publish this, secure the anti-hack walls, and attend to your daily health checkup. You should be warned, my procedure is meticulous; you might hate it, but I have nothing against you.

--Command: End Speech--