Try to figure things out yourself.

With an arm still snug against your bosom and another covering up between your legs, you turn to the woman bashfully, and you try not to glance at your embarrassing reflection. It's starting to slowly make sense. The numbers around her body are her measurements. You can see the exact distance between you and her as well. As you discern this information more and more, all while staring her over in silence, you finally remember her name.

Doctor Diana Freling.

The strangest thing on your HUD that you can see presently is something labelled as an EROMETER, and it's currently at 5%. Though you don't think too much about it at the moment. Oh no! I've been staring forever. The Doctor is going to be so offended.

She plants her hands on her hips and smirks. "Really taking in the view, aren't you?"

"No, I--"

"Just teasing. I know you're trying to figure things out, but you can ask me, you know," she says as she picks a towel off the nearby counter and presses it into your chest. Next, she picks up a wireless blow-dryer. She walks around behind you, switches it on, and begins to dry off your hair.

"Thank you." As she does that, you begin to pat down your body. "Then uhm, what's an EROMETER?"

"Oh," Dr. Freling replies. "That's a measurement of your body's arousal."

"What do I have that?!" you jump in place.

"I think you should be thankful. Most people can't quite gauge that kind of thing. Not like you can."

"Why is it already 5%?"

She peeks around your cheek and looks into your eyes for a moment. "You tell me."

You glance away quickly as your face starts to blush once again. "A calculating error."

She lets out a laugh. "Everyone is always a little bit horny. 5% is nothing. At 100%, then you can be concerned."

"What happens at 100%?"

"You should know that one. Past 100%, you orgasm of course."

"Wh-Why can a robot do that?"

Suddenly, the blow-dryer shuts off. She pauses for a moment. "Listen to me. Whether your arm turns into a gun, or you can scan anything with your eyes, or anything else, you're still a girl. You have the same worth as any living creature, because you are alive."

You nod. She got really serious there.

Then, it turns on again.

"So, I'm an artificial lifeform. A robotic girl," you state. "Alive, but created here in this laboratory."

"Now you've got it." As she finishes drying off the hair, she finds some purple bands and uses them to tie up your hair on either side into pigtails. "Sorry for the abrupt introduction. Like I said, you'll figure it out. Now I've been trying to decide on a name the entire name, and boy it's been hard. I thought of doing something like an acronym, with words like Artificial Lifeform Information--I don't know. In the end, I realized I should ask you."

"Me?" you ask and turn to the mirror. You're feeling a little better now, with a towel around you, and the hairstyle she's given you is actually really cute.

"That's right. I'm not your mom. Think of me as a good friend. Your creation was... a lot more complicated than it may sound."

"It already sounds complicated."

She chuckles and walks around to face you. "While you decide, let me get you some clothes, okay?"

The Doctor. She was the voice I always heard. It soothed me. Though, she's definitely not as I expected her to be... At least she's still caring. Brilliant to, if I really was something she built herself. I feel like I have all sorts of things I've yet to try and access.

"Your ocular sensors are quite extraordinary," she explains as she lifts the hatch on a steel cube. The noise of pressure releasing hisses out. "But it looks like you've already figured most of that out. Don't rush it though. I packed you with so many things that it's best to just wait for them to come up. For now, let's pick some underwear!" she says with excitement.