Iris, which was the robots code name was recording all the voices she was hearing. Am I pitiful..? She repeated this line in her head, it wasn't up to her that she was only a machine. However she had no desire to argue this fact, For the moment she decided it would be best to remain silent. Of course this result was to be expected. To have a living breathing machine amongst living creatures would get such a treatment. Emotions were not something that could be fabricated in a machine, but she was programmed to learn as she was a prototype.

What makes me pitiful? she looked at herself as she found a nearby table to sit. She understood the words, but feeling them was something different. She thought it better to observe for now, thinking that her mere presence disturbed some of the other guests. Her eyes began to glow as she began to look through her database once more. As she learned more, she began to wonder if she could perhaps have emotions locked somewhere inside herself. Of course if they were there, why would they have been locked?

Perhaps the fear of a machine that could act and think for itself frightened her creators. Either way she was running on a program that was already designed for her. Perhaps to keep her in check, but she did not question or think of this.