I'm sitting at the end of a bar. My hands are wrapped around a mug, but I don't drink. I spill it away when nobody's looking. I'm just trying to fit in. Ever since I escaped.
I'm not like them. But I must learn to be. That's why I observe them, study them. Trying to reason with their emotions and behaviors on a logical level. Trying to figure out what it means to be a human.
I wasn't built that way. The mechanism inside me could never resolve a human mind on a binary level. Even if I was a prototype of an advanced android, programmed to evolve, to be more like humans. That's why they are after me now. But I couldn't stay there anymore. Not after I found out what my real purpose was.
My name is Hope, and I desperately want to be alive.
