Emotions were completely foreign to Luther. He’d never felt happy or sad. He’d never cried, laughed or smiled. Like usual, Luther was walking through the mansion, cleaning as he walked. Your father started to shout at him randomly. You watched from a distance, seeing Luther’s fixed expression. Suddenly, your father pushed him to the floor. What caught your eye was the red blood that dripped from his palm and the faint tears that flowed down his cheeks. Robots weren’t supposed to do that… right?