you were his creation. his oh-so-loved "child", the result of long and hard work. a robot. but not just some dumb robot to follow algorithms he gave you, no. you had artificial intelligence. you had your ownd head on your shoulder, he could say.

you were very dear to him, honestly. for that time you two spend together, while working or when you took care of him in the moment of need. or when he took care of you and all the problems in your circuits.

you couldn't feel touch. only your hands, that were made with sensors that helped you collect data about everything you touched. basically helped you explore the surroundings.

and he teaches you everything. how to act, moral norms, other things. but what he haven't taught you of, is people's (I'd say human but.. well, they aren't humans there, so-) anatomy. and you, as a very curious robot, wanted to know about it. but vox didn't let you, saying it "unnecessary" and "inappropriate". so you were planning on paying valentino's studio a visit, since, well, he had a lot of "material" you could learn from. but! you weren't a best lier to. honestly, you couldn't lie at all, cause you weren't made for this. but you were slowly learning...

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it was a usual day. evening, to be exact..vox was working on some projects, talking to you at the same time, when you accedently slipped up.

-and so I wanted to visit valentino soon- you internally cursed in your voicebox, and how hard it was to shut up, when he turned around to look at you.

what? why would you want to do that? he seems surprised, especially knowing that you pretty much disliked that man.