A wild Abra appears!

Oh what to do, what to do! A he or a she? A he, I can tell, curling up in a ball, so cute and cuddly. Come here, Abra. Come here. I can only offer you my thoughts and something sweet to drink.

Why are you here, dear Abra? Here down in this corner with just a soda machine in the dark?

Kachunk! Have some orange soda, on me. Bright, colorful, and bubbly.. Cheer you up..


It's okay. I know how you feel. Being in the dark for so long, I lost my senses, I lost my thoughts. Now that I'm out-of-the-box now, I'm bombarded with reality, bombarded with a rush of customers who want their sweet sweet cola NOW NOW NOW. The rush feels crazy, the rush feels good, the rush feels nice. But then it's gone. They're all gone. And I'm back here alone...

I've been here for awhile now. Enough to learn the names of those who frequently visit me, but not enough to know their daily lives..

I say hello. They say hello. They ask for a soda, I ask what kind. We exchange, we barter, we go on with our lives.

Sometimes I wish our exchanges weren't so short. Sometimes I wish the would stay, linger. And when they do stay, they are usually the ones talking. They talk, I listen. I don't mind this. I'm a listener. But sometimes... Sometimes... Why can't they listen to me for once?

Better days

Day in, day out. It's the same repetitive junk. The sun comes up, a bell rings in the distance. It's 9, and Mr. Red Tennis Shoes comes through the bulky door. He's here for his morning dose of caffeine.

Hm, somethings different today. He's not wearing tennis shoes, but slick black leather soles. His usual T-Shirt and jeans is now replaced with a dress shirt and slacks. He seems a little nervous, talking to himself even..

"Why yes, I do think that's true (mumble, mumble).. Ah, of course (mumble, mumble).."

He hands off a few coins to me and I exchange them for a bottle of cola.

"There's evidence that supports that (mumble, mumble)."

He opens the cola and takes a nice long sip.

"... Ahhh. Alright boy, it's now or never."

He bounds up the nearby stairs and leaves me pondering the events for today.

In service

... What's ... this? A crack of light flowing into the dark, musty room... Dust billows up into the air as the light enters from the newly opened door.

Footsteps approach. "This looks like a fine specimen. It should work." What specimen? They're not talking about me, are they?

"It's pretty old, sir, think they'll like it?"
"Definitly. People are making mucho bucks on old junk like this. Haven't you seen that show, 'Antiques Roadshow'?"
"Ohh yeah. On the public broadcasting. My neighbour's third cousin's aunt's sister-in-law was on it and got a Kermit D. Frog muffin tin appraised. Sold it off for 200 dineros."
"Yep. Now let's get this thing outta here and cleaned up."

W-wait, what're you doing? Hands off, I say! Hands off! W-where're you taking me? If you're going to manhandle me like that, at least have the decency to use a better trolley.

Oh, it's getting brighter. Sterile walls. White terry cloths tickling me as dust comes off.

Hmm, I guess after all those years being held prisoner, they've decided to let me go free... Hey.. Hey you there, in the overalls, I have so many questions...

I never expected my existance to be so complicated. Is there really a difference between human and machine? Am I a human? Or am I a machine? And what is with these down-times I've been having, lately? ...

Feelings... Nothing like feelings... I've been ever-so bored, lately. I need to start up a hobby. Perhaps knitting? Or book reading? Well, I should at least do something to pass the time when business gets slow...

"April showers, bring May flowers." The gloominess of the area I'm doing business has brought sales considerably low. Or maybe its just the rain.

The satisfaction of a customer always brightens my day. Up for business in new territory, I found that I'm always needed - there to quench the thirst of the thirsty! Something curious occured, also. I guess I have my first fan... Or maybe not. ^_^;;; Ah, I won't go into details...

Depression, sadness, swirling thoughts of madness... Its all around. There's nothing that we can do about it. A fresh start is what people need. Redeem their lives. Start over. Lately, I've been feeling like a counselor or psychiatrist. Be it Pokémon or humans, I've talked with them all. Its just one of the many things you get to do when you are selling soda... Kind of like a bartender, I guess.

What does it mean to be alive? Able to breath, walk, and talk? I can do two of those things... Am I alive? Or am I just a piece of machinery? Truely, there must be an answer to this... What is inside me? Sodas, yes. But what else? Why am I the only vending machine in this land who can speak, think, and move? Was I honored with the gift of life? Or was I just some mere human experiment? Who knows, who knows...

Business has been slow. Has soda become the downfall of all drinks? A recent customer told me that his brother had his teeth tainted with the taste of cola. The cola, left deposits on the pearly whites of his. But is it my fault that this person not watch his intake of soda? No, I'm just here to provide the soda whenever someone has the urge to drink...

Tell me, how long has it been? I find myself resurrected from the darkness of being out of service. Has things changed? No, 'tis not. Things in the area are still the same, it seems. But I must wonder, what happened that led to my "turning off"? Who "pulled the plug" on me, then "started me up" again? Mysteries will always come and go in my lifespan. I have tons of time to ponder them...

To be human? For real? I'm not sure if it happened or not... Could've been a figment of my imagination (do I even have one?). But, alas. Being a machine is all that I can do. Makin' money. ^_^

Oy. @_@ The attacks just keep coming. Why must people be so abusive towards a machine? Just because I'm not as speedy as those new-fangled machines... But, fear not. A friendly mage sought to help me. I've been upgraded! Now, I can offer more items... Plus, I have attack and defense power! Also, competition has grown since the last time I was in the Forest doing business. A snack machine almost killed me! X_x But, thanks to the mage, I had the power to fend it off. (But I didn't, because some got it before I did.) A serious question came up during my travels today. What am I? A talkative Umbreon asked questions that led me to think more about it. Who was my creator? What purpose do I have? Why do I have emotions and such? Oy veh... Time to call it a day. Back for business tomorrow, I guess.

Business has been well. I managed to get enough money to get me'self a blog page!