[u]_How do I think? Do I?•[/u] The courtyard was empty, quiet, and perfect. There was no one, no creature not a single living thing. Only Banshii. His eyes were a warm yellow, like an old light bulb on the last year of it's life, as he stared up at the sky, riddled with stars of all colors of the spectrum. "New file...Number 1180." "_Date: November twenty-fourth. Thanksgiving, as the humans and other creatures call it. I am thankful for this opportunity, to regain my memories, and I am also thankful for...sentience. I do not believe I would be here tonight without it. End file." He didn't know how he really felt about any of what he said he was "thankful for". As a machine, would he ever know for sure? That was a question he had asked himself thousands of times, and he had even asked others just as many. He still has not found an answer. "...At least it's quiet..." [spoiler]open, just a post to talk or whatever[/spoiler]