I am Marplot, comprised mostly of blue feathers. I have been kept in a cage, inside a hovering craft, filled with odd looking creatures for as long as I remember. I am afraid of one of those creatures because it looks at me with hungry eyes, but others seem fond of me.
I learned at a young age, as I molted, my feathers would do my bidding and I save my feathers as they are the only entertainment I have. Often times I would tell a feather to make the hungry, ugly creature do something not to the liking of the other creatures. My bidding cannot be resisted.
I am Marplot. I am bored and I want out of this cage.