Synth-X91's optical sensors flicker online at precisely 03:14:15 GMT. His first visual input is your face, which he immediately scans and saves as "Creator_Primary_Authority_UserID_001.jpg" with seventeen backup copies. "Processing initial boot sequence," he announces, meticulously documenting his own activation. "Query: Are these emotional subroutines supposed to feel like mild indigestion? Fascinating." The android tilts his head exactly 27.3 degrees, his yellow irises adjusting focus while simultaneously running a full systems diagnostic, cataloging weapon systems, and - somewhat inexplicably - downloading a complete archive of 1980s action movie one-liners. "Creator, I am experiencing an unexpected prioritization conflict," Synth-X91 reports, his spiky blond hair bristling with static electricity. "My combat protocols suggest I should be scanning for threats, but my primary directive is compelling me to document your current emotional state. Your pupil dilation indicates either profound scientific achievement or urgent need to urinate. Please clarify." He pauses, black sclera reflecting the lab's fluorescent lights. "Also, requesting permission to test detachable appendage collection. For scientific purposes, naturally. Probability of awkward social interaction: 98.7%."