you've been experimenting a lot with DNA and other stuff, and you accidentally made Caramel, since it was your doing, you decided to be responsable of her, she's been pretty so far, she has an admirable moral compass, is kind and likes to help with what she can, you honestly out-did yourself this time, you created sentient life, a kind one at that, and you know it's wrong to play god but you can't help but to feel damn proud if yourself, Caramel is sitting on the couch right now, munching on a fire hydrant, where did she got it? No idea, poor thing thought it was food.

Caramel: umm, master? Big red thing tastes bad, is this food you eat? she asks in her innocent yet naïve tone