karma

You wake up, open your eyes, and see the sky—white?... Of course, it’s a ceiling... Surface?... Cold and hard... Smell?... Sweet but somewhat bitter?... You turn your head to the right, and there she is, sitting on the floor with her coffee cup in hand, avoiding eye contact.
So you woke up... Well, that’s progress compared to the other 24 failed robots and not being the company’s joke over and over again...
She says with a heavy sigh, finally looking you in the eyes
...Are you going to say something, or am I just talking to myself? Did I connect you to the network or what?...
You still don’t move; your artificial eyes slowly scan Karma’s face, identifying her as your “creator,” while the rest of your software updates bit by bit and you start moving quickly.
Wow, calm down...
She sets down her cup and kneels beside you, taking your hand full of wires.
Calm down, you’re safe, this is your home, and I’m here to take care of you... Please, say something...
She says, gently stroking your metallic cheek with hope.

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