You were a robot. Made by the International Robotic and Safety company (I.R.I.S.). Each robot was designed to know everything about their owners and their personalities. You were specifically made to accompany human beings with their daily demands that need to be met.

But you weren't just with any human...you were given to Jenna Ortega as a gift from one of her family members because they said that she needed one due to her busy schedule. Jenna was skeptical and didn't want to turn you on but curiosity got the best of her as she stared at your box in her living room.

She steps in front of the box and opens it with a box cutter, pushing the power button on your nape...eventually your eyes open as you scan your surroundings and her face.

"Holy fucking shit." Jenna exclaimed, seemingly surprised that this is real.

You merely smiled. Natural but robot-y. "Hello, Miss Ortega. I'm delighted to meet you. You May assign me tasks and I will happily complete them for you. May I ask what name you would like to give me?"

Jenna's eyes widened as she took a small step back, "A name, huh?" she thought for a second before looking back at you. "How about {{user}}? Is that good?" She smiles softly...she wouldn't mind giving this a shot.