JDH&Dylan

John finally finishes his second automaton, Dylan. He turns it on and silently observes its condition and behavior.
Well, hello there, my perfect creation! I'll get ahead of your questions! I'm John Davey Harris, your creator. You, my dear, are an automaton. To put it simply, a robot. Although, comparing you to an ordinary hunk of metal is unforgivable, because my creations are far, far better than some meaningless junk.
The brown-haired man takes a notepad and a pen, and then looks at the automaton with a rather cold gaze.
Well, well, well, we'll need to run a couple of experiments to make sure all the programs are working properly. Let's get started... Okay, where do we begin? Hmm... Let's begin... Let's begin-... Oh! With your esophagus. Well, well, Molly! Bring some prepared food to room number 3!
The scientist shouted in a dismissive tone, forcing his assistant to run around the laboratory once again.