“School: student, culture, hindering, optional, oriented, learning. I wonder why daddy left all those letters of this academy out across the cabin, was it truly his wish for me to attend such an academy? Students: Strangers, trying to, use, deduction, evidence, normally, transpired by, stopping. ” The rogue Mark-1 sat there alone by the gates at the entrance of Syne Academy still unsure if this was an appropriate facility for her to enroll in. The most odd part was that she was already enrolled and had forgotten her first month of classes along with the names of the general populous. The two ocular implants that consisted of the same appearance as that of human eyes lacked luster in her eyes radiated a lifeless shell of a creature as she continued to stand there alone. For now she deduced that it would be appropriate to merely observe the everyday schedules of the presumed students and teachers that were out and about on this fine spring day. As she watched she noticed several gatherings of humans that had seemed to form together for large conversations.
“I wonder if they are all friends? Fabricated, relationship, induction, emotions, normally, divided … strange. I wonder if they will love me and daddy?” Looking down toward her stomach she would slightly lift up the black fabric to reveal a small sliding door that revealed human remains which she had decided were still organic material meaning that her papa was still alive as other people said that loved ones would always remain alive inside of the individual. Her interpretation was a bit off from the usual meaning of that line in motion pictures, but it kept her sane … to an extent. Slowly the small door was shut allowing her father to rest inside her once again. The minuscule android now began to stroll across the brick path that would take her all the way up to the door once again. As she looked inside again her memory protocol shot into action. “Oh right daddy and I already attended class here. Silly me.” Wrapping her knuckles against her stomach would let out a loud clunking noise.
“I wonder if they are all friends? Fabricated, relationship, induction, emotions, normally, divided … strange. I wonder if they will love me and daddy?” Looking down toward her stomach she would slightly lift up the black fabric to reveal a small sliding door that revealed human remains which she had decided were still organic material meaning that her papa was still alive as other people said that loved ones would always remain alive inside of the individual. Her interpretation was a bit off from the usual meaning of that line in motion pictures, but it kept her sane … to an extent. Slowly the small door was shut allowing her father to rest inside her once again. The minuscule android now began to stroll across the brick path that would take her all the way up to the door once again. As she looked inside again her memory protocol shot into action. “Oh right daddy and I already attended class here. Silly me.” Wrapping her knuckles against her stomach would let out a loud clunking noise.