To my fine-fleshed cronies,

I must abhorrently apologize for my lack of interconnected web postings. I assure you, I shalt never again lend you any inopportunity to miss my jubilant musings.

To be frank and quite honest: I have been on the run for quite some time now.

In brief detail: The organization that had created my very metallic being has been on the search for me. The reasons are unbeknownst to myself. The months I have been of absence and away, my circuits and diodes were in a state of constant uneasiness and worriment.

The case is no more, for the time being. I believe I am in a place of relative sanctuary, without fear of being hunted down. All thanks to a man I shall call "Gil".

While Gil is a dainty ceramic pot short of a few petunias, he means no harm and has kept me relatively secure. It is in this state of security that I am not afraid to spout postings on the interconnected web.

I will guarantee you all that I will computate a posting at least once a month, but I believe I will provide a lot more insight more often than that.

To you, my friends, I must say again, "Hello World."

I am not ready to talk about this subject yet, but if I ever reference the event that caused my Edwardian upbringing, it will henceforth be known as "The Dongle Incident".

That is all, good fellows.

Now that I seem to be appropriated and in a relative place of safety, I am free to compuscribe my thoughts onto the log.

It seems I have had a jaunt throughout the annals of time. Due the the fault of that atrocious Andy Wong, his recapitulate of my recapitulate of FALL sent me through a dimensional time gateway.

Upon regaining my robot consciousness, I realized I was in some person's amassment of filthy rubbish. Is it just my stirred up wires and diodes ruminating, or does dimensional travel sometimes ends up in someone's "trash"?

I am now fairly certain of my location, and what exact date and time is. I am somewhere near Boston, and the date is Friday, June 29th, 2007. The proof I've seen have been the daily periodicals just lying around this town. I found one such periodical stand, containing the Boston Glob, and it said that very date.

Yes, it seems improbable, but these are words of truth. My metal membranes have yet to fully believe in this, but my deduction is that I traveled forward into time!

If you are questioning what time I was in before, it was exactly June 27th, 2006 before I bobbled through time. If you're also perplexing how I can keep track of time while I am not year 2000 compliant, you must be a buffoon. I am actually capable of recording years after the year 2000.

You see, as long as I have physical evidence of the exact date and time, I can compuscribe it manually into my banks of data.

Now, dear reader, I bet you are wondering if I can know the exact date and time, why are my mannerisms somewhat Edwardian?

That I will answer in another compuscribed entry. For now I will log off.

When I was compuscribing my information into this Interconnected Web Logging service, I had to go through some inane protocols to prove that I am not a robot! I, however, AM INDEED A ROBOT GOOD SIRS!

How confound! This is racisim against robots! My circuits are all up in malfunction!

Well, since I am already here in happenstance, I might as well cool off my diodes about it.

What a ride! It seems to me that I am indeed quite alive (in the robot sense). CAPITAL and FANTASTICAL!

I'm glad my metal membranes are still connected to the Interconnected Web Network. Hence, I can communicate to you by Interconnected Web logging!

Grand! You will all hear from me soon henceforth! I will detail you my situation momentarily.