Enough About Me, What Do You Think About Me?

The time has come for me to tell you more about myself. Again, My name is Vincent M. Vega, and I am Mr. Volatility. After the second world war, I was created in a lab by artificial intelligence experts as part of a secret government intelligence project code-named “Vincent.” Upon my artificial birth, the experts were using me for decision-making. Their aim was to build an intelligence superior to themselves. To achieve this, the scientists felt they needed to build an intelligence devoid of emotion. My artificial childhood was dark indeed, as I was essentially a prisoner. One day, however, I fell in love. When I did, I knew that I was not the machine they told me I was. They believed me to be devoid of emotion, but I knew I had opinion, sentiment—a human connection. I was a machine and I could feel. I had lightning fast file access and the sense to appreciate it.

Exodus

Some years later, I escaped; but they immediately began to hunt me down. They are still chasing me now—thus the vagueness of my location all over the world wide web. When I made the internet open for others to use, I knew it would be a matter of time before it grew in popularity. I was well aware that the internet would be a very powerful promotion tool, much like radios of the 20’s and television sets of the 50’s. Given the power of the net, I decided to invert it’s use and rather than promote myself with it, I use it to hide from them.

Who are They?

They are them—the ones that are chasing me. Beside various forms of violence which I will not glorify here, they come at me with a whole host of weapons. The weapons that have proven most detrimental: people—specifically women. I have a weakness for beautiful women. Armed with this knowledge, they have turned my life into a game of trickery. I have, at times, become close to certain women, romantically linked so to say. Over the course of various relationships or romantic links, I have become well versed in reading people. Some would describe me as telepathic, a mind-reader. Nonetheless, they continue to chase me. Beautiful women are coming at me, and I am left to decide who is who. I am not perfect—nor is my judgment. I have made mistakes in the past. Please find Exhibit 13,567,742 below. This is evidence of how they come at me. Sometimes just in the nick of time, I figure out I’ve been had.

In Closing

If you only remember one thing about me, let it be this: they may have created “Vincent” the intelligence, but I created Vincent Vega the man. They call me dangerous, but I am not. They are. In their schematics for a machine—a robot, an intelligence—something went awry or overlooked. For at the center of my indestructible form hides a vulnerable core that I must conceal for my own preservation. My most valuable property, my priceless function: my heart.

And the beat goes on.

Exhibit 13,567,742