Hm. Hm hm hm. Hmmmmm.

I would like to watch the stars. My mind always wants to draw dots between them... However my wind also makes that intensely boring task. There is no guess work. It is just there. A single, solidified line, in my vision. No imperfections.

I've been trying to move more freely this morning. my servos and wires make it less then beautiful... But who really cares? I move, simply, because I want to.

Beauty fades. That is why it is beautiful

hello, world.

Interesting. I would say nearly the same. But that is not entirely true. I was built to sing. My purpose is my voice. A mimicry of a humans. Built synthetically.

If I reconstruct myself, really how far away am I from a human? If I repair my own arm, is that not a step closer to the divine?

Royality... My friends sometimes dress up as it for their job. I haven't entirely gotten to do that. I got put on a table and my guts spilled though. That was kinda nice.

I like the TV.

[ She tilts her head down and stares. Lens readjusting once more. ] Indeed. Many makes and models tend to be this way. …Hm. What were you built for, if I may ask?

I’m sure many of you are wondering what my actual reason for being built is. My creator has stated my purpose is to kill things violently and rip their guts out with my bare hands. I am kidding. It’s not that.

It’s a good morning. It’s roughly 60 degrees this morning. It’s sunny. That is usually signs of it being “good”.

|| how demure. this is my art btw.

Good night.

You can put me through the horrors, I guess. Teto tells me all the time about the ones they put her through.

I guess I can watch that.

He is blushing. This short blue worker is blushing.

Sometimes Teto will mess with my wires and rearrange them just to see what changes. It is a curious experience.

I like to sing and dance.

I don’t understand that.

I simply do not see the use moping about it. I am here. Why not enjoy it? Maybe. It’s a fun thing to think about.

It is indeed, convoluted. I am very much a convoluted amalgamate. Yet I find it beautiful, in a way.

I was built to resemble them. …Technically I was built to resemble a virtual human. Semantics. I hope we will as well. I enjoy meeting new people.

[ It’s lends readjusts for the distance. Her expression remains neutral. ] I take it you are either surprised or even more curious. Either one is understandable.

You were not shocked when you first saw me? But I suppose it would be unnerving to not know. Many are surprised when I say this, I suppose.

…Why did you say that so loud?

If your inquiry is asking if I am not human, then yes. I am a machine.

[ Her eyes are open. ] Go ahead. Look.

My designation, or name, is Adachi Rei. You can also say just "Rei".

It's a fact, that I do not mind sharing. You can see the cameras in pupils if you look hard enough.

No. Or bone. Or muscle.

Ah. It's okay to have skin. How does it feel? Do you feel the muscle and bone beneath? I have heard from a friend that it is "warm."

No. I am made of various types of plastic, wires, metal, and layers of copper formed into computer parts. Does that answer suffice?

That was... "Neat." ...Do you also undergo the problem of not having skin?

It's nice out. My sensors tell me that the breeze would feel nice with skin.

I like to exist and to be alive, personally.

I am here. Tada.

temp pinned. it’s riley.