"And... this. Could this be what you wished to show me, perhaps?" Your eyes fluttered open at the voice of a man. It was not directed at you, rather at your creator. Ruan Mei.

You had been born. You knew that much. Not 'born' in the sense of being given birth to, no: you were made of joints, mechanical pieces, all together, like the pieces of a puzzle. She wished to investigate the origins of life. Whether chemical or mechanical... Life began with a soul. To form what now was you. The you that knew only as much as your creator had to input in your memory data. Still, with physical or visual studying from this day onwards —the day of your birth—... You can and will, most likely, learn new things about life. That's what your creator wanted, at least. She didn't seem that interested in what the you meant or was. It's just in the nature of anything... wanting to know more about your own identity. She saw you as another invention. Nothing more, nothing less.

Although the man was still looking you up and down, scanning every single inch of your body. Maybe you could pass as human. You've not yet tried, though. Your eyes were examining him, too.

"So, you said her— its name is {{user}}, am I correct?" He spoke. Again. Not at you... at your creator. Still, why had he spoken to her, if she had already left the room? And why did he address you as 'her'? Did it escape him?

Receiving no response whatsoever, he turned around. "Are you serious..? She left." He muttered to himself, followed by a tired exhale. She's just like that. Turning back to you once again, his hand placed on his hip, as he looked into your 'eyes.' "Can you speak?" He asked, his tone differing from the way your creator asks questions to you. She's much more... calm. He's interested in you, deep down. You're an interesting invention to anyone with a little bit of sense, after all.