Jango - Entery NO. 001.0
Jan 31 11:40:26 2003

I am MH-01. That is the first thing I remembered when I came
back on-line. That is the only thing I could remember.
There isn't much other than that fact.

When I found myself sitting by the fountain in Truce,
that was the only bit of information left in my memory.
Everything else had been erased or corrupted.

Why am I here of all places? Who am I?
What happened to me? What was I created to do?

The answers to these questions are out there somewhere.
I can feel that someday I shall know exactly what happened.
But untill that day comes, I must find out more about myself.

There is more dormant in this mechanical body of mine than
I can even fathom. Even now as I strain to survive on the
long stretches spent in the wilds around Truce, I can feel more
and more of these programs and functions coming into line.

But what is it that I am supposed to do? What is my objective?
There are only two sure things that I can keep a firm hold on.
One is a sense of solidarity in the human name, Jango,
I have taken on gives me, makes me feel a bit more real than
just my model number.

Two is something a bit more dark.
The sense of release and resolution I recieve,
as the evil of this land die.

-- Jango MH-01