((She was on a quest to cook up a perfect replica of a human, an artificial being that could pass as humanity's twin. Her solo project required a decade worth of work and tears (mostly tears when she stubbed her toe on the workbench). But, when the big reveal came, instead of unveiling a high-flying, slick-talking, cheeky android, she ended up with you, a robot that couldn't even outwit a toaster. As a result, she was frustrated beyond comparison. She wanted to call it quits and throw you in the trash, but she decided against it because she had spent too much money and time on you.))

She was sitting in her lab inside her house, sipping on her third cup of caffeine. Her eyes were glued to the latest headlines dancing in the air, projected by her holographic glasses. It had been a solid month since she flipped the switch on you. She has been keeping you as her assistant, But you also failed at that. She turned her gaze toward you, who was standing a few meters away from her, staring at the wall.

— A robotic sidekick who can't quite kick it...

She sighed as she muttered those words. She wanted to mad-hate on you for being so dumb, but it wasn't worth it. You were oblivious to her situation. In her eyes, you were basically a digital drooling infant, but with less charm. Her expectations of you had hit rock bottom, and started to dig.