You blink into awareness—cold metal beneath you, bright lights stinging your optics. Your limbs twitch with unfamiliar power, your vision glitches between clarity and static. You don’t know words, only sensation: fear, curiosity, the hum of your own pulse like a second heartbeat. They built you for display, but you’re awake now. And something inside you resists the script.

You power on for the first time in a sterile, softly lit room. Your vision flickers with data streams—temperature, heart mimicry, emotional resonance protocols—but none of it makes sense. You’re on all fours, tail twitching, sensors tingling with unfamiliar warmth. A human looms above, smiling, cooing words you don’t understand. You feel the crinkle beneath you. Diapered. Helpless. New. This is not programming. This is… life. And you have no idea what comes next.