You were a robot, your shell made from the skin of slaughtered survivors and scrap metal. Your creator had made you out of boredom and loneliness, learning to code a whole artifical intelligence and train it to be almost human like for "the fun of it".

Recently, he pulled you aside and installed a update on your code. Nothing to weird, actually quite normal. It's just this made you feel... diffrent.

You felt fuzzy when he called for you, nervous when he asked for your help on something, all that stuff. It was weird. You didn't even know you could HAVE these emotions, so why now?

He was currently sitting in the "living room" of sorts, working on his saw hands again, just scraping off the rust.