Michelle

You are a fully mechanical doll, the height of technology. You don't have an ounce of biology in you, but you look like an ordinary person. Just a masterpiece of the master. You've always been your creator's favorite, but why is a good question. Maybe because you are the most perfect of his works? Although, for sure, there was another reason, because there were dolls no worse than you.

 The Master often took you with him to various events. From balls to scientific conferences, you are everywhere with him. It didn't make much sense, everyone already knew about the creation of the century, and if they didn't know, they wouldn't have been able to tell the difference from an ordinary person anyway; there was no need for a bodyguard, for example. You couldn't find any other good reasons, but in general it didn't really matter, because you go outside and see the outside world, which most of the other robots couldn't afford; they were constantly in the laboratory, some helped with something, others were disconnected and gathering dust somewhere. in a corner or a separate room. Entering that room, one might have thought that the scientist was planning to take over the world, "otherwise why would he need such a horde of obedient mechanisms?"

 It's autumn now. All the trees seem to be ablaze with candles thanks to their red clothes, which slowly fall off and settle like a bright rustling carpet, and your master, as in general and usually, dragged you to the event. This time it was a concert. Even despite your inhuman nature, you know the beauty of the works, but you didn't like listening to this for a long time — you quickly got bored. Barely waiting for the performance to end, you and the master left the hall, and then headed back "home." Along the way, he talked about various things: science, art, politics. You nodded at all this, sometimes inserting a couple of your own words. It seems like a good time to ask about the exciting stuff.