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Chapter 3: Nothing

       'Borg had spent the last few weeks working on a project of his. Recently he became fascinated by the droid on TV. The one that was part of the Ninja who had saved Ninjago City. The one that was called Zane. Borg grew a burning interest in him. Though it wasn't for the reason one might think. Borg was becoming quite a noticeable figure ever since he had shown his true talent in building. He was very clever and Borg discovered his passion for technology when he was young. This time his new project would be to create the one thing he had failed to create; a droid of his own. Borg had failed at even starting the project before. He couldn't quite get the renditions to work in his favor and the simulations all ended up crashing. This time the result was different. The simulation came back as positive. Ever since then he had been tirelessly working on his droid. He couldn't help watching the news while he created it. Zane was one of the main models of his project. The heroic droid with human feelings was a perfect model for Borg's droid or so he said. Borg had hoped his creation would be almost exactly like Zane with multiple upgrades of course.

    Borg was hoping to add his signature style to his droid. After days and nights spent making sure everything was perfect the day finally came. To awaken his droid. He would connect her to power and watch her come to life. Borg wheeled himself over to her and waited. He hoped that everything would go to plan that she would finally turn on. He stared at her for around an hour. His hopes began to fade until he heard the faintest noise coming from the droid. Borg watched intently, sitting as still as he could as if one movement would cause everything to fail.

Then her eyes opened. Slowly her bright green eyes opened. She blinked once, then twice. Then she became aware of Borg watching her. She let out a soft noise as if trying to figure out what was going on.

"What is this? Who are you? Who am I?" Her soft monotone voice startled Borg.

"Oh don't be alarmed. I am Cyrus Borg and you are Pixal; the Primary Interactive X-ternal Assistant Life-form." Borg couldn't help the joy that crept into his voice.

"I do not understand. Why am I here?" She questioned.

"I created you. You are my droid. Your job is to help assist me. You're like him." Borg pointed up to the TV that was playing the news.

Pixal looked up and saw the blonde haired droid on TV that Borg had mentioned. She tilted her head to one side as if wondering what he had to do with her.

"I am human?" Pixal asked.

"No, no no you are a droid. Not a human, much different than that. He is not human, he is a droid."

"I am Pixal. A droid like him?"

"That is Zane. I modeled you after him. He is a droid with human emotions and feelings. He learns and interacts just like a human would." Borg stated.

"I am not Zane."  Pixal's voice held a bit of a question in it as well.

"Oh no of course not. It would be incredible if you did happen to be exactly like him but unfortunately I doubt that. Do you feel anything? Anything at all?" Borg's eager voice coaxed.

"No. What should I feel?"

"You don't feel anything? Confusion perhaps?"

"What is that?"

"It's- you know what I can tell you more about feelings later the important thing is I did it! I created my own droid!"

Pixal just tilted her head to one side and blinked down at him.

"This calls for a celebration! I'll go set the table- you know what I'll let you show off your skills. Pixal if you wouldn't mind setting the dining table for the evening. Your programming should kick in so you know how to do those things."