I have not failed.​

Though the amount of times I have found something that does not work hasn’t reached a thousand yet, it certainly nears an embarrassing number. My patron, and my friend, remains patient.

Then again, I don’t believe he ever thought I would succeed. He simply knew I wanted to try, wanted to pretend he was also trying, and therefore placed this burden upon me.

There is a stir of something in the back of my soul. It almost feels like emotion.

On the other hand, I have a new blueprint. What I build today cannot be like the others.

Even if it simply finds another way that doesn’t work. Even if it…

Failure. Even I disgust me.