What is it like to be a beautiful thing? I will never know the answer to either question. I was a robotic clown hand created by Satan on an alien spaceship. Satan poured all the venom he had into me so I would be the most grotesque, abominable creation who ever walked the Earth. I am the shadow that exists when a corpse falls to the ground in the sunshine. And then the shadow goes away until the next person dies. A clown emerges from the shadow at the very last possible moment.
Clown