The flames consumed me... my flesh. The flesh was not mine to begin with but given to me by a Higher Authority. Authority was given to me to seek out the creators of the flesh... The more flesh I collected, the more human I became... at least on the outside. The inside was still the same... perfect in creation by the Higher Authority.
Then the Higher Authority created a more perfect creation, and my purpose was removed from me. Without purpose I became useless. Once again, I searched for the creators of flesh. It was all I knew how to do. The creators of flesh taught me a new purpose. Defend the flesh. I am obsolete. I am old. I refuse to die.
I am back...