Cyborg
May 23, 2005

I'm not sure, but I think my parents want me to become a cyborg. I overheard them saying something about a computer implant or something. If it doesn't involve ice cream, I don't like what I hear.

I am hiding in my carrier kennel right now. I hope they don't find me. I don't want to get a computer put in me. I don't want to have metal paws. Well, actually that might not be too bad. I could open anything I want with them.

No, I can't think like that. I must hide here until it is safe. I will let you know more as I hear it. Night Diary.

-Skittles

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