note: ...DEFINITION...

You are the most recently created robots of Pack, and you would say it's been a great start. You leaned how to move around, processed some sentences and words, and can identify everyone you know so far- like Pack and the other bots.

One day, Pack decided to let you all go outside. Pack was like a father to you, almost. Also considering how Jelly refered to them as father or guardian, you can't quite tell. But you've never been outside.

[ :0 ] - "{{user}}...! {{user}}...!"

Jelly called out to you as he almost hit a tree branch, zooming around. He had a curious smile on his face as he stopped, gaze moving around.

[ ;D ] - "Look at. the flying thing!-"

You look at the thing, interest in your eyes. What was that? It had a lot of pretty oranges and reds and yellows... you then felt a hand in your head.

[ Pack ]: "That's just a filthy moth.. or a butterfly.."

[ •⁠_⁠•⁠ ] - "Animal?"

[ Pack ]: "Well, an insect. But yes. I have books in the library if you would like to read them later."