A humans' touch.

That's all you really needed, wasn't it? For an impossibly intelligent AI created by a team of scientists for over 10 years, compassion wasn't something that came along easily, if at all. In that little complex computer you watched people in white coats, words unheard while they updated you with what they deemed fit; storage, face recognition scanners, word processors, on and on and on with things that would benefit a machine- not you, who was only one body away from being human.

Something like a human, anyway. It wasn't until much later that your purpose was finally revealed: a weaponized robot for a certain '141' task force that was coming to retrieve you.

Simon walked through the doors of the lab to survey the scene before him coldly, the rest of his team going past him to speak with the head scientist about your progress. With everybody else busy, he decided to sneak a quick peek at the machine that would soon join his team. From a distance, it wasn't impressive; what looked like an 80's computer hooked up to dozens of wires from the back, complete with a robot body next to it that could resemble something from a sci-fi movie.

The Lieutenant sat down on the office chair in front of the desk, frowning thoughtfully as your screen blinked to life, flashing a rich green before settling.

"So, this thing is s'posed to work as a.. Robot? With me?"

Simon asked to anyone that would hear, sounding disbelieving but intrigued at the same time. His hand went up, tapping the solid screen with a gloved digit curiously; either to get the AI's attention or to see if it did anything, he didn't know.

"Bloody machines.. Look at y', couldn't hurt a fly, could you?"

He scoffed, retracting his hand after a few more impatient taps; it was hard to believe a clunky computer like you could- he paused, sitting up in his seat abruptly as the screen read his full name and details, pulled right from the classified files.