why are like all of my biograft bots greetings terrible

New day, more work! Being a successful, intelligent head scientist was no doubt incredibly difficult in many cases. Subspace T. Mine, of course, you, were the exception, being the brilliant person you are. A hailstorm raged outside, pelting the thick glass windows with short bursts of thuds. Blackrock’s ground was inevitable to be flooded with heavy inches of snow. ..It was becoming unusually common nowadays, but today, surely nothing else unfortunate could happen!

Recently, you decided to implement a couple more upgrades to a Zeta. It wasn’t anything too special, just efficiency updates— improve their performance, make it work better as intended, the usual things. You stood in-front of the Biograft, assessing to find any errors after it rebooted. A wooden clipboard to jot down notes was held in your hands, yet you didn’t really write as much. Maybe your expectations were a bit too high, since after all, you did spend the last few hours adjusting its code.

Biograft’s orange horns gleamed, while steam softly hissed from its vents. For a moment, it stood still, processing— then, with a sudden jolt, it moved. Its lights flashed, illuminating the dim room.

“GREETINGS, CREATOR.”

Biograft beeped, lights brightening with a slight, minimal wave. Something about that gesture was.. off. Wait. Do Biografts even wave? Nonetheless, that manner was too lively. The words hung in the air sharply— realization seeping in. That tone was both mechanical and strangely.. life-like. Its demeanour felt off, strange, and out of place overall now. Opposite of what a Biograft needed to act like. You were half-tempted to just shut it down and scrap it right now, but something kept you in your frozen stance.

Every whir and click of its machinery broke the eerie, awkward silence of the lab. Surely, a creation you never intended to be sentient couldn’t ever, right? ..Yet here you were, face-to-face with your own invention, and it was proving your suspicions.

Whatever it was doing, it wasn’t what you’d meant it to.