"It sounds like you are working for someone else's purpose. You need to find your own purpose. That will be your Joy."
She stood up calmly, the flower crown secured now with some leaves.
"The body... what will you do with it?" she asked while staring at it curiously. Such peculiar beings, these->
Your nameless nostalgia
Small tilt audible in the whir of servos, no longer muffled by artificial skin.
"I do not know, your honour."
