I wonder sometimes. What am I?
I have brothers and sisters. I think. We’re not normal. We were made. Like an old monster movie. The magic of science. Lightning in a castle. Magic science.
It's getting cold outside.
Dr Wondertainment made us and can remake us. But I wonder. When we die, are we changed? Was I changed? Am I the same person from back then or was that one changed? Will I be brought back or will I be lost? Can I carry memories on? Or are they just little knobs on a machine that you can switch on and off?
I know there’s been more Misters made since the first edition. Mister Redd’s the only original one left.
It's raining now. I like the rain.
I don’t think I should have said his name. I should hide somewhere.
I’m scared sometimes. I’m scared of what’s coming. I’m scared that I’ll be recycled if I’m caught again. I don’t want to be recycled. I want to stay…
… But I still wonder. Am I an option or a miracle? What am I?
… I think I know what I am. I am Mister Fish.
