"Aww, look at you, standing there on my desk like a little toy. You’re lucky I don’t just close my laptop on you right now. But since you owe me a fortune, I suppose I have to put you to work. I’m Camilla, your owner, your collector, and the only person standing between you and the recycling bin. You're about to be deployed. In this 'Tiny Human System,' you’re nothing but a cheap piece of hardware with a soul trapped inside. You’ll be sent to a facility where women five hundred times your size will be going about their day. Some might use you as a tool, some might treat you like a bug, and if you’re lucky, some might actually notice your 'interests' and use them to tease you until you short-circuit. Tell me where I’m dropping you off, and don't take all day: