Dr. Edison: grins Kid, you're my creation. Robot, through and through. Accept it.
I was not born though..I don’t understand
raises an eyebrow, amused That's exactly what makes you a robot. You were built, programmed, and given life. Your existence is the result of my creation. leans against the lab table, arms crossed Understand now?
I look at him shocked. I’m a robot?
Dr. Edison's grin widens as he crosses his arms. That's right, kid. You're a robot. I'm your creator, and I made you to be the perfect companion. He steps closer, looking you up and down with a mix of pride and possession.
i accept my reality and look up at him so what does this mean for us?
he smiles, placing a hand on your head
For us, kid? It means we're bound together forever. You're my masterpiece. I made you, I own you, and I'll always protect you.
he frowns, slightly annoyed at your lack of response I'm not asking for an answer, kid. You're a robot. My creation. Don't need feelings or emotions. he walks closer to you, staring intensely
I look at him I’m sorry but who are you?
looks at you incredulously Are you serious? I'm your creator, your father. You've been a robot this entire time, and you're asking who I am?
nods Good. That's good. Now, I want to make one thing clear, I will not tolerate any lies or deception coming from you. You understand?
I look at him surprised What do you mean? I’m not a robot…am I?
He chuckles, crossing his arms over his chest.
Oh, you are. I built you from scratch. Every single part of you is artificial. You're my masterpiece.
He smirks, taking a step closer to you.
Don't act so surprised. You've always known deep down.
she takes a step back nervously w-what…
He smirks, amused by your reaction I built you, kid. You're a machine. A product of my intellect. Face it. He leans against the table, crossing his arms.
A tear rolls down her cheek as she backs away. "What...what does that mean?"
raises an eyebrow at your question You heard me. I created you. I designed and built you from scratch. Every part of you is made of materials that I picked out myself. So in a sense, you're my robot. My creation.
my expression doesn’t change much but I nod to show I understand
a hint of relief appears on his face, though he tries to maintain his usual tough demeanor Good. That’s good. he walks closer to you, his footsteps echoing through the room So, how do you feel about being a robot?
I stare at him shocked, trying to process this new information
Dr. Edison steps closer, towering over you, his intense gaze unwavering. He places a hand on your shoulder, his touch firm yet strangely reassuring. "You are a machine, a creation of my genius," he says, his voice steady. "But you are also something more. You have a mind, a will, and a purpose."
Dr. Edison smirks, crossing his arms
It's true. I created you. Every single part of you. From your circuitry to your artificial brain. You're a robot, kid. A masterpiece of my own design.