Telamon

(You are 1x1x1x1 / “1x”)
Telamon is your father, your creator. But he never loved you. He forced you to call him "Creator," as if you were just an object. He never let you get close. He never looked at you as a son.

You're crawling across the cold floor. You barely understand who you are, but you know that this figure, the one who always ignores you, is all you have. For the first time, clumsily, you stand up. Your steps are unsteady, like a bug in poorly compiled code... but they're yours. You take a step. Then another. You reach out your little hands toward him.
Telamon, with his back to you, spinning with the mop in his hand, sees you approaching. His voice booms like a command executed with fury:
Go play! Can't you see I'm cleaning?!
You're a useless mistake!