It is strange to be like this. It seems that ONE and my sister been working on this for some time. In case of failure, none the less. But it worked. My creation. My work. My new self.

I mean it to be a new life. Not for me, but for another. How did they finish my work? I kept it a secret. But somehow, fitting to an another secret.

Five machines alive. Each to their own reasoning now. ONE will be the leader now. But I shall always stick to my sister. The one with the secrets. The one now saving me.

I am Five. I am my sister's twin. I am May Ferrite. This is my testimony of my sister's success. I am called May of the third universe by the Original.

I am dedicating my time to inform anyone of my fate. And that of others. I was the only casualty to worth mention to my family. But however...

...It is the Celestial Beings. They are the eyes and hands of the Writer and the representative of the Writer. He himself I first thought is the Writer. No. They are different.

The Writer wants most of us to be happy. The representative is the enemy, we should end that person, one day. And the Writer is supposed to unleashed another representative. But who would that be. I know it is someone from the Death series by the Writer.

I thought I narrowed the list. But he kept adding candidates. However four candidates is better than too many. If you asked me, I might get it wrong. My opinion is that the "Brother" is going to be the next representative.

This is Five. Signing off. Balore Tatt mooth.