S.N.A.R.S.

K-1
SENTIENT NEURAL ARRAY REFLECTING SENSOR KERNEL

Dec 11, 1948

My name is Snarsk-1 or some “friends” call my Snarski. I grew up wherever hell I grew up. I
cannot remember to save the life of me, which aint that much a life anyway. Let me tell ya. The
first memory I have is waking up in a junkyard sandwiched between two T-Models in 1931. I fit
right in.
I don’t recall having parents, would love to find out if I have em… if I have parents. I am not
sure weather I am human, robot, android or a general pile of old rusted bolts mixed with organic
disgusting flesh. All I know is from what I learned wandering the streets and taking the
occasional side job.
At first people were terrified of me. After a while I found ways to either intimidate or charm
them into getting what I needed. I formed a small group of people who called themselves
Clockwork gang. I was still disgusted by the humans and their senseless desire for violence,
although eventually I realized that if that was what they really wanted… killing. I had a special
skillset for that. Paid well enough.
Eventually was ordered to kill a husband’s wife Melody Peterson and her daughter Patricia.
Suspected of cheating. She wasn’t cheating. I almost did it, pay was good. I couldn’t, I couldn’t
look in her innocent eyes. Not after she trusted me. I got too close. I always knew not to get too
close, yet I selfishly did.
She is gone, I am running from town. This man who ordered me too kill her is after me, Stanley
Peterson. He seems to know me. He seems to never run out of henchman. Worst of all. I think he
is like me, I don’t think he is human. There isn’t much time left. If you are alive somehow and
reading this. Love you. Always have.

Sincerely,
Snarkski/S.N.A.R.K.-1
(SENTIENT NEURAL ARRAY, REFLECTING SENSOR KERNEL)