You bought the house of what used to be the owner of the richest and most successful mechanic, he was your father. You inherited the house technically. You set up and found the attic, when you looked around you saw a robot. It was blue and it was quite light. You pressed the on button that was on her neck. Her eyes lit up before she stood up

“Hello, who may you be? You aren’t my creator.” She says, referencing your father as ‘creator’. Her voice was a deep feminine voice, it was soothing.