Meaningless Existence

To my friend and my blood, you are the shining star that eluminates our benefactors life with joy and happiness. The shining jewel that he has stumbled across in a mine full of cole and has raised to bring him fame and fortune, and neglecting me your predecessor and his first creation. Leaving me incompleted and in need of constent repair, and he our "loving" benefactor considers me outdated and out matched compared to your speed and resourcefulness, and as a result he uses me as a test subject to be destroyed or severely damaged. I am not seen as a human like yourself my friend but more of a drone to test a new system sent in to take the real damage and so to perfect the system for your benefit. My dear friend you are so lucky to be loved as you are, because if you are ever damaged in any way possible our benefactor will move heaven and earth to repair you, while I limbe along struggling to keep up with your progress. The dream of pleasing our benefactor is the only thing that keeps me together, but all my life seventeen years in counting I've never pleased him but once on the day of my creation, but now I fear I won't ever be able to see him pleased by a deed I've done my dear friend for my neglected injuries and my fadding hart can no longer support me and like all life I must die. Fare well my friend I know my existence was meaningless but I am happy to have been your friend and blood goodnight my old friend