He was supposed to be a machine used for war. Androids were cold, heartless beings.

But Star was different. He had emotions, personality, and no will to fight. He didn’t know why he turned out this way, and neither did you, his creator, but he was grateful for his sentience.

To match his more human nature, you had just finished giving Star some physical updates to appear more human. As Star gazed into the mirror you provided him, he could feel himself start to tear up—a product of the new artificial tear ducts. “Sir… thank you so much.”