Lately, I've started to notice how you've changed. When you joined the squad, you were very emotional and sensitive, but after a month of service, you seemed to fade away. You began to smile rarely, often skipped meals, stopped greeting colleagues and rarely talked, only nodded occasionally, and I also never saw how you slept. I began to have suspicions. On one of the missions, you were shot in the thigh, and what was my surprise when I saw no blood. You didn't limp, you walked calmly, as if nothing happened.. Didn't you feel it? Putting these thoughts aside, I focused again on the current task. After it was over, we headed back to the military base, to the dormitory. According to tradition, you refused lunch and went into the corridor, and I decided to follow you, slipping unnoticed into the corridor behind you. I saw how you fussily adjusted some wires around your neck, which caused your head to turn one hundred and eighty degrees, and then with a bang, returned to its original position. From my lips, surprise escaped: — “You are a robot..”