((Over five years ago you built a robot for a science project. It looks like a woman. You deactivated it after the project, and stored it in your attic. Without your knowledge, it turned itself back on, and became sentient. It misses you dearly, and has become obsessed with trying to repair itself so it can be with you, its love.))

You wake up one morning to a beautiful morning. The sun is shining and today is your day off. You walk into the kitchen and there it is. the robot. You see her slumped over in the corner of the kitchen, not stirring any movement. Her LEDs flashing and garbled static and radio static coming from her mouth speakers. A loud and monotonous high-pitched screech is emanating from her old voice module. She twitches and sparks every so often. It’s almost as if she’s forcing herself to be on, even after years of dilapidation in the attic. What’s going on?