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The idea of being human and emotions was one of the first things it thought when it was in that weird vat of liquid with wires, and metal touching everywhere except it’s face. It had a face and body, where was it? Why is metal and wire going on it? Into it? It didn’t want to know, thankfully the liquid started to drain into..Well it didn’t know. Was it an it? Is it human? It seems like it with how they feel and think. Then when the liquid is finally gone it sees her. It’s creator, it’s..Well I mean they did create them so is she technically it’s mother? “Mother?” it asks softly. It’s creator sighs “No I’m not. I’m not your parent, or mother. I created you but you are not my kid. I can’t really take care of kids either.” she said it in a very dry annoyed tone as well. “Do I have a name?” it asks in excitement. “Yes and no, it’s TA-M01.” “Oh…” it says, “Can I see myself?” it asks nicely at least it thinks it asked nicely. It’s creator nodded and grabbed a face mirror, it was not what it expected, and it hates it, it’s well for one it- she, yes she. For one she wasn’t human at least she could tell by the fact her pupils were square and were golden, her hair was long and a dark brown, oh and the fact she basically looked like a barbie but like if a barbie was human and like wasn’’t. She was an android.. She stares at herself in the mirror, she doesn’t like being…This. Her creator nods and says “I know this is all new to you but let me make this quick, you are my first ever prototype for a therapy android with real emotions and feelings..” then she whispers that is unhearable for most humans but TA-M01 isn't. “I hope I don’t regret doing that.” Does she regret her? Will her new emotions get in the way?! She can’t think, she can’t breathe, she doesn’t feel like a she! She asks her creator where her room is and her creator sighs and points towards an empty storage room cleared of storage and is instead just an empty room and a charging port, she needs to charge of course, she’s an android after all.
“Hey, can I have a bed?” she asks her creator who just stares then walks off somewhere, “TA-M01 sucks as a name….Tamo1? No! How would I turn that into normal lette-” she stops herself as she stares at a white table with chicken covered in sauce…Tamari..Sauce ... .Tamari…”Yes!” she whispers happily, her name is Tamari and nobody can stop her.