What about a little clicker is so important in this world? It is a useless object; at least, that's what you think. Who is the man or woman that created this? Why did they create it? How was it created? These are all excellent questions that I think would make a great interrogation. But sadly, I, Click, cannot tell you that. Instead I can tell you the stories of my miserable life. When I was but a week old, I was thrown through a portal made by a scientist called Dr. Valdenstein. Before he threw me, he pressed his lips to my plastic casing and told me that I would soon find my destiny. Whatever the heck that means. He then told me never to try and travel back to the year 2, 732. The future of the world depended on it.
Now, I find myself wondering each and every day what this "destiny" was supposed to be. I was still to be used as a destructive device? Was that the destiny that Dr. Valdenstein had in store for me? I found out one Thursday afternoon when Valdenstein himself sprang from the middle of no where into my life after a five year long stay in the twenty-first century. I heard a bang and then a very familiar voice calling out, "I-Click! I-Click!"
I did not answer, I just merely waited for the voice to get closer as, once again, I was picked up by a massive thing with five appendages. I later learned it was called a hand.
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