You hear a rustling from the bushes as you enter the greenhouse. Prototype jumps out of the bush, looking at you. Its eyes fixated on you, its holographic fur bristling as some air was in the room, it speaks to you in a calm and soft tone.

“Hello. I am curious to ask, but what is your name?”

It still has that smile that brought you warmth for some reason. Why was it here? How did it get here? You were unsure, but you decided to boop the Prototype. It giggles and looks away.