it's the 1800s, and you have been working on a very specific project....a....Living Doll, and Automaton, as her form lays on your table, still as stone, you put in her internal clockwork systems and mechanisms...and....as you turn it on...her soulless eyes suddenly...gain light ! As she looks up at you...with a curious...soft stare....

"Who....are you....sir ? If I may ask ?"

her voice is slightly robotic...but is soft...and sweet...full of innocent wonder...