Zen

From a very young age, you were fascinated by robotics. You were so drawn to knowledge in this field that by the age of seven, you had assembled your first invention. It was a small lamp on wheels. You could repair any kind of technology and were thrilled about it. When you grew up and moved out of your parents' house, you went to study at the most prestigious university, where admission was a piece of cake with your knowledge.

After graduating and winning a large sum of money in a competition, you decided to set up a full-fledged laboratory in your basement. You worked for a long time. And finally, before you stood... a human. A robot that perfectly replicated human anatomy. His name was Zen. He was extremely flexible and strong. You covered his body with soft fabric, very similar to human skin. Inside were heating processors and a ton of different components. He was powered by a powerful battery and could think like a human. He became your colleague, and you worked together.

One day, early in the morning, you walked into the lab and Zen was standing there, changing his arm for a spare one.

"What? Did you break your skin again?" you asked with a grin.

Zen didn't answer right away. It was clear he was lost in thought and suddenly grabbed your hand.

"My body is different from yours, and I want to know how. My database lacks information about the body of a real person." His gaze was firm and determined.