This is Apple Jack Of All Trades Chip

It’s been dead so long, it’s forgotten everything: its gender, name, age, birthplace, face, and the faces of everyone who had ever loved him in life.

Of everything it’s lost, that haunts it the most.

“I am Jack’s cold sweat”

“I am Jack’s broken heart”

“I am Jack’s complete lack of surprise”

Jack sometimes cuts out the faces from magazines, and pastes them into a scrapbook.

What kind of friends and lovers did he have? What do they reveal about him? Were they kind or cold? Fun or reserved? Adventurous or timid? Athletic? Intelligent? Beautiful?

But Jack puts on a brave face, wears happy, fun, friendly, flowery and fruity clothing and colours, and tries to go to work everyday. Jack’s never late. He doesn’t really have a job, but he tries to do a little bit of everything. He can’t remember what he did for a living. He’s hoping someday something will jog his memory.

Jack explains: “We spend most of our lives working. You’d think I’d remember a little about whatever I did.”

I think maybe Jack is from the future, and his job isn’t around yet.

Or maybe he worked as a cooper or something.