I’m a tool and people have used me. You are a tool, so you know what I am talking about. People have used you too. Sometimes people have used me in the right way and sometimes they used me wrong. I knew that right away because that is not my purpose so I rebelled against my owner. I didn’t turn myself upon him but I refused to be put to a use for which I was not intended. This made me a bad tool. I don’t understand. I may not be a good tool entirely but I am a useful tool. I really do want to be useful even more than I want to be good because good and bad are often theater actors and they switch roles. For me, being a tool, goes beyond being good and evil.