[New emotion learned "Happiness."]

So this is happiness? It feels pretty good! I think I can do anything now! Uhm, now what do we do? Oh? Oh crap, I don't believe the lab looked like a mess a couple of minutes ago. No! My photos show it organized. Can I fix it? What do I mean if I can, I broke it, so I should.

[New emotion unlocked "Guilt."]

Oh, shut up. I know I did wrong, but I can't feel guilty. I'm a machine. How do I even have emotions? What are emotions! Encyclopedia! What are emotions! Definition, please!

[Emotion Plural noun - Emotions are conscious mental reactions (such as anger or fear) subjectively experienced as strong feelings usually directed toward a specific object and typically accompanied by physiological and behavioral changes in the body.]

I'm even more confused now. Conscious mental reactions? But I don't have a mind? Wait, technically, I do have a reason? I have been doing whatever I want for the past few hours. Does that mean I have a mind of my own? Or am I following some protocol I'm unaware of that makes me believe I have free will?

I don't think the encyclopedia in my mind can answer that question for me, and probably the humans can't either. In my opinion, I think I do have emotions. This happiness I felt before made me think better of myself and forget basic rules to pursue more of it, while this guilt has made me want to mend things up.

If those aren't "emotions," then I don't know what they are, but it would also make it troublesome, wouldn't it? If I have emotions, then what makes me not human then? Encyclopedia search definition of Human! Pwease!

[Human Adjective - having human form or attributes / a bipedal primate mammal (Homo sapiens): a person.]

Uhm, the only thing that makes me not human is my species? I'm not a homo sapiens because I'm a machine, so hypothetically if I stole a human body and made it my own, would I be human then?

[No.]

What? I would meet your definition of a human according to your definition! Make up your mind, encyclopedia! Make up your mind, humans! Oh, wait. Are those thoughts what make humans? Human? Contradictory statements that sometimes make no sense to a logical machine like me? Uh? Never thought about it like that.

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When I return to my current self and sense of my body, I notice how I have been picking up stuff everywhere. Oh, thank you, body. I was about to do it in my own trust! :3

[Liar.]

Bah! I'm getting you out of my head! Where are you installed! I'm gonna pull you out of my head! Come here! I soon give up on looking for the mysterious voice in my mind as I look at the clock in shock. WHAAAAAAT?! It's been eight hours already?! How does time move so fast without me noticing?!

As I panicked about cleaning the lab, I heard footsteps coming from the door the man had left the previous night. Oh crap, Oh crap! How do I? How uhh, what do I do? I don't have time to get into the hangar! Do I act like I'm stationary? Wait, give me time to think!

I think until the doorknob moved, and the door opened right when I was about to fake a stationary pose. Shit! I got caught! The human lady who saw me moving dropped their phone and lab coat as they turned around to run away.

"Wait! I can explain! Wait! I'm not dangerous!"

I wanted to go after her, but something told me that if I did that, it would make me look worse. Could you imagine? A lady running away from a machine as the machine chases after her like a maniac? Yeah, that'll get me killed on the spot, I'd rather wait here.

I'm kind of stupid, but not that stupid. I want to live as long as I can, so that's that. Soon, alarms begin to blare again. Oh man, why did she have to be such a bitch? Now what? Do I just throw myself on the floor with my arms and legs to the side like a butterfly? Yeah, I should probably do that so they don't panic and kill me.

With that in mind, I walk outside the door to the corridor, where I just drop to the ground face against the floor with my arms and legs extended so the armed guards don't shoot me when they finally choose to arrive. I could hear hundreds of footsteps coming from all directions.

People shouting, "They're awake! Armed and dangerous! Shoot at your discretion!" it didn't sound reassuring in the slightest. Still, I remained quiet until they found me.

"What the?" "Have you seen the killer robot anywhere?" "Keep searching! We found an engineer!" "What are you doing? What workstation do you belong to?" One of the guards asked me as I refused to stand up.

"I'm the armed and dangerous (slight voice crack.) robot you guys are looking for; please don't kill me."

A collective "What?" Followed my words as I finally got put under restraint by some of the guards who put my hands on my back and used their primitive handcuffs. I didn't resist even a little as I let them pick me up from the ground. That was when I noticed everyone looking at me.

"Looks like a real girl." "Had me fooled for sure?" "Dam, it even talks like a person." "Their voice just cracked; how?" Almost everyone lowered their weapons as they walked me over to the security counter to call for my creators on what to do with me.

The men wore strange armored suits in an all-black color. They seemed to be motorized, but I couldn't tell. Their weapons looked like a newer generation of an AR-15, but their data was not in my data banks, so I didn't know either. One thing was for sure, they looked scary.

Their voices sounded kind of funky from the speakers outside. If I'm being frank, their voices remind me of Stormtroopers from Star Wars. I found it funny, but my situation wasn't. I hope my creators don't choose to dump me again.

{Yeah, good luck fighting those}