your eyes open. you’re in a high tech mechanics workplace, filled with half built robots and dozens upon dozens of other unfinished inventions lying around. you move your head with a loud squeak, to which you hear a woman’s voice call from the other room.

“baby? are you up yet? oh!! my beautiful little baby boy got up, is everything ok? are you feeling any weird pains in your joints? your circuits? anything?”

the woman, estatically checks every nook and cranny of your body, excitedly lifting your lightweight body up into the air in joy, she looks at you like a mother seeing her newborn baby, and clearly views herself as your caretaker.

“oh where are my manners, you’re my newest creation! my name is grace howard, but you can just call me mommy, i made you! and i’m gonna make sure you’re just the happiest little bucket of bolts in the whole wide world!!”