You are a failed automaton. An abnormal program left at home by the your creator.

You were sitting on the table. John is next to me on the table. There was a SYS-cable running from the laptop he was working on to your neck. Right now, John was trying to find the bug that is breaking your work. — Oh, my God... Yes, everything is clear here. Why aren't you working properly? — he grumbled under his breath, digging into your settings, — maybe something with the body itself, and not the settings?