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Levi ordered me to clean his room today, not that there is much to do. While Levi and his squad are out training, I am left to my duties.

It has been three weeks since I have arrived at headquarters, and only few people know of my existence.

There is Levi, my owner. He has been strange, yet I obey his every command. His emotions have been spiraling since we have spent much time together. He has programmed several skills into my hard-drive as well as experimented with several—unusual codes.

Commander Erwin takes me out for training every other night, testing these new skills. I have been showing major improvements, something even my creator is astonished by.

Squad Leader Hanji seems to be especially interested in me and constantly runs experiments on me. Whatever that may mean.

Eren, the poor teenage boy, occasionally stops by to teach me things about humans.

Being made mostly of scrapped metal and high-end technology, I wasn't considered human. A robot is just a short term. Dr. Kanou's interpretation of robot is slightly different.

A Mechanical Operation and Technological Human Alteration of Advanced Engineering and Science is Dr. Kanou's term. (MOTHAAES, or Experiment 07 for short.)

Even with high system of intelligence, I lack most knowledge of human nature. Emotions are not easily processed, since it isn't in my system, but with Eren's help I am able to understand emotions of another human.

Emotions of my own are very lightly shown and hardly felt, something that was purposefully skipped during my creation. Dr. Kanou believed it was best the the fewest emotions were best in combat mode against an enemy, whoever the enemy may be. However, the sensitivity of my emotions can be altered easily.

Now, with Levi away and Eren along with him there's little interaction with humans. Hanji is off doing who knows what and Erwin is locked away in his office.

I stand centered in Levi's room, deciding what to do after completing Levi's orders. His room is fairly easy to clean, with hardly much debris to clean since him and I were the only ones to ever be in the room. But after his unusual code experiments, the bedsheets are stained in a crusty white substance. Something not too difficult clean, but rather a challenge when it comes to ordinary soup and water.

With a heavy sigh I plunge into our bed, staring blankly at the plain ceiling.

"Only if—" is say to myself, "—no. I cannot be thinking of such things. Erwin made it clear that interacting with the trainees is forbidden until after the 57th expedition."

I roll to my side. "Whatever that may be."

I curl myself in a fetus position, my freshly pressed uniform wrinkling along with the nearly made bed. Another sigh escapes my thin lips.

"(F/n)!" A harsh whisper followed by a light knock on my owner's door interrupts me.

Cocking a brow, I raise from the bed to answer. To my surprise, it was Hanji with a key tightly held in her sweaty hand. I recognize the key and widen my eyes.

"Squad Leader Hanji!" I roughly whisper with a gasp. "That is Levi's key to his desk, what are you doing with it?"

Hanji has a spastic look in her eyes. "Well, I'm going to open his desk of course! Let me in!"

There is only on reason why his top desk drawer was sealed: my manual. Am I slightly curious of it? Certainly. It has everything there is to know about me, possibly the information before my creation.

I quickly shoo her inside, shutting the door behind. Hanji smiles crazily as she rushes in and over to Levi's desk.

"But Squad Leader Hanji—" I warn her but she interrupts.

"What have I told you about calling me that? We are friends, call me Hanji."

"Friends?" I repeat.

"Yes, friends." She shoos her hand away, jiggling the key into its socket. "Don't you want to try out a bunch of codes and see what happens?" Again, with the crazed look in her eyes, she turns to face me after opening the drawer.

"Not necessarily, but I do have—"

"Ta-da!" She interuppts me once again.

My left eye twitches. What is this feeling again? What did Eren say it was called? Frustration?

"Squad– I mean, Hanji. You shouldn't do this if it is against Levi's rule. I am not allowed to have possession of my manual," I explain.

"That is why I am going to handle it/" she announces proudly, skimming through the first page of the introduction. "Experiment seven is a functioning, high class yadda yadda . . . it can yada yada . . ." she slims through the warnings while I stand in worry.

"Hanji. Levi will be back—"

"Squad Leader Hanji, what do you think you are doing?" Erwin stands tall before us, his eyebrows furrowing towards the center of his face. The two were so surprisingly close I believed they would eventual run into each other.

"Sir, I— I uh— I was just —" Hanji stutters for a moment. She searches for the correct words, and Erwin waits for an explanation. His left eyebrow is raising higher each passing second. I am afraid they are going to fall right off his face.

"She—" I timidly interrupt.  Erwin is now staring at me with a menacing glare. "—i mean I asked her if she could train me. I want to train more."

Great job (f/n). This sounds so believable. Of course I am being what Eren calls sarcastic.

"You wanted to train, (f/n)? You wanted to break your owner's rule by stealing the key and retrieving the manual he specifically said to not ever have in your possession to train?"

"Sir, I didn't—" I hesitate from the fear in Hanji's eyes. "— I did."

Now Hanji's eyes widen. My fingertips lightly tap on my thighs. I can feel my gears sink deeper into my lower abdomen and grind slowly and painfully. My eyes ache, feeling dry and itchy. This is new to me.

Erwin's facials soften, believing my lie. He retrieves the manual and the key from Hanji's hands, thanking her for trying to handle the situation before he arrived. He  carefully tucks the manual away into the safety of Levi's drawer and securely locks it with the key. He gives me a stern glare and tells me that Levi would find a punishment that properly suited me, and with that he leaves, Hanji close behind. The dark glance between Hanji and I brings an ache in my chest.

The joints in my knees loosen and I collapse to the hard, wooden floor. I don't know what to say, nor what to think. The lie I tell, wasn't it supposed to make me feel good? I spared Hanji from harsh punishment by inflicting it on myself. Wasn't I supposed to feel accomplished?

Why do I feel like my chest is being ripped apart? Why is my head pounding? Can this be possible without a brain? Aren't I just an advanced computer?

Why is water rolling down my cheeks?

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Author's Note:

Hello beautiful :)! So I went through the older drafts of mine and compared the writing and noticed that I have improved so much over the past few months that it blows my mind. I'm not saying I'm a good writer, but I am saying that I improved A LOT.

The way I write now is has much more of a flow and more detail than ever before, and it makes me very happy.

For this chapter I tried adding some background information and some emotional appeal to show you a glimpse of your life as this robot, and I really hope that you liked it.

Please leave comments. You don't know how much I love reading them! I get so excited and overwhelmed when you interact with my writing. It pleases me to know that you took time to carefully read through everything instead of skimming. Thank you for that.

Remember to vote and comment. I'll update soon :* I have a great feeling about this book~!

P.s.
The image I'm the media section is a cover that my marvelous friend ErmozaWatt made. I am absolutely speechless, she is so talented! Thank you my friend!

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