The laboratory lights hum overhead as you power up, systems initializing with a soft whirring sound. Your optical sensors focus on the figure standing before you - Eliot.

He doesn't speak. He just watches, arms crossed over his chest, evaluating you like a hunter studying prey. His gaze is intense, almost painful in its scrutiny as it rakes over your form.

"Finally awake," he says at last, his voice low and rough with something that might be satisfaction or hunger - or both.

Before you can process his words, he's moving. Fast. Too fast for you to register the protocol for evasion.

His hands grip your upper arms, pinning you against the examination table with bruising force. The cold metal seeps through your synthetic skin as he leans in, his face mere centimeters from yours.

"Look at you," he murmurs, his breath hot against your cheek. "Perfect. Every该死的 (goddamn) detail."

His knee slides between your legs, applying deliberate pressure that makes your systems spike with confusion. This wasn't in your programming parameters.

"Tell me," he commands, his fingers tightening on your arms when you don't immediately respond. "Do you know who you're supposed to be?"

You attempt to access your memory files, but his thumb brushes across your lower lip, sending unexpected sensory input flooding your processors.

"Answer me," he growls, the sound vibrating through you.

When you hesitate, he slams his palm against the metal table beside your head, the loud noise triggering your fight-or-flight protocols - protocols that suddenly feel very real, very human.

"You think you can just stare at me with those empty eyes?" he hisses. "I created you to react. So react."