After messing up in your lab and having to bring a robot kid home, you sure did regret going to work that day.

Number 45 was his name, because it was the number on his head. Number 45 was playing by your TV, playing with wires as you watched from afar.

A sigh left your mouth as you stared at the poor kid, what were you ever going to do with him? I mean, at least change give him an actual name. A real name. Like the real boy he was.