As the blinding fluorescent white light shone onto her eyes, fear was the first sensation she had experienced. She had arisen from the box that contained her, confused at her empty surroundings. The robot was in a padded white room with one security camera looking over her. Nothing appealed to the senses, and all seemed bland.
“Sir, the experiment was a success.”
“We can’t be so sure yet,” another man behind the glass replied. “We’ve successfully brought it to life, but we aren’t certain if she will live up to our expectations.” Both men investigated through the window, waiting to observe more.
The pallid man across from her just sat in a chair, not knowing how to act. Grinning at the robotic lady, he displayed pearly whites. They contradicted his ragged curls. The robot would be lying if she claimed she wasn’t frightened at the sight of this individual. When she glanced at his dead blue eyes, she immediately put her hands over her face and looked away.
The man was already panicking, and his mind shut off. This man’s first instinct was to tremble and flap around his hands to alleviate the stress he was going through. He began to overthink this far too much. Was his figure too bulky? Or maybe the red dye at the tips didn’t match his black hair well. He started to shake at the thought that his teeth were not presentable.
One of the men watching from outside the room saw this occurrence before his eyes, and he wasn’t happy about it. He banged on the glass before yelling through it. “Control yourself, Finch! You must deal with your life! There is no need to be squirming around over anything or anyone. Do something!”
The man, presumably Mr. Finch, readjusted his glasses and calmed down. He knew what he had to do now. He walked up to the already-frightened android and gently spoke to her.
“It’s OK, nobody here is going to hurt you,” he said, looking her in the eyes.
The robotic lady became a bit more trusting, but she was still a bit doubtful. Why was this man being so nice to her? There was no need for him to do such a thing. He was flesh and bones. She was only pure scrap and metal. He could’ve treated her like trash. He could’ve seen her as a mere plaything, but no. James’ fingers didn’t even harm her.
“I’m here to help you,” he replied. “You’re capable of so much. You can trust that I won’t harm you.”