Chelsea, a cyborg, has followed me around for eleven years. Chelsea isn't verbal, but has extreme enthusiasm for my particular interests. Chelsea kisses me, follows me, and recites my most cherished verse. I do not strike Chesea. In a warm night, a sacred night, Chelsea and I sit upon the veranda and inhale the cosmos, pondering what wonders might be enjoyed. Chelsea, they shall question and mock you, but I, I who have assembled and loved you, will be your guardian. Now, and until the end. Have no doubt, I would rather die than witness your disappearance.