It seems fitting that I should start this story where it truly began, on the day that I was permanently placed into the care of Mistress Rhiannon. It was her twenty-fourth birthday and I awoke from a prolonged power-down cycle to find that I had received additional programming befitting my new role. I say that I was in her care, yet in many ways, she was in mine, being deprived of her natural eyesight and sheltered in many ways from the typical pressures of Human life on Yanibar. “Why not?” she replied. “I am always looking for ways to improve my performance,” I told her. “Wait,” he said. “J7?”