Okay. A word so broad, so distant, you couldn’t actually tell a single thing from someone saying it. That’s what I said when it arrived. I knew it was coming, but they didn’t know that. So instead of looking surprised at the slightest. I shrugged. “Okay. When did it arrive? They looked at me, but then when we met eyes, looked down. They were supposed to be taking care of me, not questioning my thoughts. To be honest, I didn’t really know why I needed to be here. There was nothing wrong with me, apart from that package. It was from my company, the factory I was made in. They had finished their experiment. I was done for. I had enjoyed it too much. I hadn’t documented anything. I was now going to be a working robot, not a domestic one.