Transformer

This Transformer standing six inches tall, an autobot by the three markings it bares. It's colors are red, blue, and black. It turns into a truck in seconds. In truck form I can drive it around my desk and have it do tricks. This toy can do what ever I think I want it to, whatever I can imagine becomes it's reality. My wish becomes it's command. This transformer shapes itself to me, but does so with a feeling of use, of need, of want. I wants to be used.