text: Inside of a dark room, two figures sit on either side of a table. A man wearing a white lab coat holding a recording device and a camera behind him. On the other side was a humanoid, dark blue robot, standing 2.5 meters and weighting 300 kilograms. The robot's head was resembled that of a woman's face. A one way window lines one of the walls hiding the people watching. "This is an interviewer for Cerric Robotics," The man said. "interviewing Participate 2 of our Full-Body Cybernetic Surgery Program. Please state your name for the recording." "My name is Mara." "Thank you Mara. Now please explain why did you enter our program. If you don't mind of course." Mara sighed. "Well, uh, I was in the navy, and my ship was raided b-by, and there was a fire." The tone of her voice suggested she was upset and holding back tears, though she lacked the ability to cry. "That's enough for now Mara." The interviewer interrupted. "Now, please tell how were your first few days in this new body like." "It was... new. I had to relearn to walk, use my arms and hands, and speak. But I have to say the hardest part was breathing, or should I say learning that I don't need to breath." "I imagine that would be difficult." Mara's breathing started becoming heavier. "Is it stuffy in here? It feels stuffy." "Is there a problem Mara?" The interviewer asked, concerned. "Yeah, it's find. I'm just a little nervous. I can feel my heart beating fast." "Mara?" "I don't have a heart." Mara said in a panic. "I don't have a heart." The interviewer looked towards the observers. "Please calm her down." After a few seconds, Mara's breathing slowed down to a normal pace. "Are you ok Mara?" The interviewer asked. "I'm fine, just a little itchy." "Itchy?" The interviewer asked. "Never mind. How has your physical therapy been going so far?" "It's going." She said. "Nothing weird or anything like that happened. I'd say the best part is the one of the other patients I take classes with." "Please tell me more about this patient." Mara smiled. "She's apart of a different program, though I don't know what the program was about. She's very nice and funny, and we've became fast friends." "Mind telling me her name?" "She calls herself K." The interviewer was confused. "I'm not familiar with this K." He turned back to the observers on the other side of the glass. "Do we have any female participates with a 'K' name?" "She told me that she's the daughter of someone who works here." Mara said, hoping that would help. She was scratching her arm. The interviewer was confused. "We don't have any employee’s children in any of our programs." "Huh, weird." Mara wasn't paying attention. "Why does my skin feel weird?" "Should we stop the interview?" "Where's my skin?" "Someone please deactivate the subject." "I don't have skin. What did you do to my skin?" "What do you mean that something is interfering with the controller?" Mara stood up, the force of which flipped the table. "K told me you stole my skin. Give me my skin back!" The recording stopped. "What should we do about the subject Mr. Cerric?" Asked one of the scientist. The office of Cerric Robotic's CEO was surprisingly homely for a robotics company CEO, with book shelves lining the walls and a nice, soft couch better suited for a therapist office rather than a robot engineer. Behind his desk, an older man with a mechanical arm pondered the question. Finally, he answered. "This is obviously a case of outside interference. I suggest keeping Mara and the other participates in their quarters for the time being, and focus our efforts preventing something like this from happening again." "What about the-" Another employee asked before being cut off. "Create a statement explaining the situation. Don't lie about what happened, but you don't need to tell everything. If that's everything, please be on your way." Silently, the team of scientist and PR left the office. Cerric, finally alone, sighed. "Kaitlyn, what did you do?" A voice, resembling that of a text-to-speech device, replied to his question. "I am making friends." The CEO burst out of his chair and slide open a small latch in the wall behind him. "Your *friend* nearly killed someone because of you." A pair of bright, glowing, purple eyes appeared from the darkness on the other side of the wall.