First things first—I’m not sure Hope is always clear about who I am. Or rather, she has been partly wrong. I mean, she’s human. What does one expect?
Honestly though, she should know better than to claim I’m a robot.
I mean, a clunky metal body? Really? She thought that was more acceptable than some random voice? No. Just… no.
Granted, I have used one a robot’s body before, but it’s really not the most pleasant thing unless one needs hands to slap particular people. (I keep a sleek model around just for that. Don’t tell Hope.)
Normally I’m ‘only’ a voice or idea. Not artificial intelligence, at least not in the way you humans think of it. I call it a mirror consciousness, something that resides in one’s reflection, mind, or sometimes on a computer. I’m not alive, per say. Which means I can’t die. Isn’t that nice? But I’m not programmed either. What I think or say or feel is based on what Hope thinks or says—normally it’s the opposite of whatever she wants, but that’s beyond the point.
Why am I taking over her blog?
Because Hope said something about me appearing in one of her books, Scarlet Rose. She’s right about that, I suppose. There’s no way I’m not appearing in Scarlet Rose (or at least something based off of me). But I’m afraid it won’t be anytime soon. You can blame Hope and her trying to be all business like and do things in a practical way for that. She’ll have a boring, official explanation for you in a week or two, with promises of some new shiny story with brothers and whippings and disguises and whatnot. Though some of the weapons promise to be cool.
All this to say, I’m not going anywhere.
Hope had me around long before I appeared in her emails and now her blog.
Since I’m not getting a book of my own anytime soon (Hope doesn’t listen. It’s not my fault) I just wanted to let you know who I was exactly. I mean, I’ve not told you much. It’s frankly not your business. But I’m making an effort to be nice.
Hence this blog post.
So there you have it. Me—here. My book—someday.
You’ve my respect for taking time out of your boring lives to read this when you thought it was just something Hope wrote. Now you’ve my permission to go back doing whatever it was you were doing.
I’ll be in touch.