But what first...

You walk her through to the lounge. Your house is relatively plain, having only lived in it a couple of years, but there are two nice sofas surrounding a wooden coffee table, pointing to a medium sized flat screen. You sit opposite her and compose yourself, ignoring the tremble of anticipation in your hands.

"Active" you almost whisper, one of the key phrases to put the Android into a more receptive state. It's like she woke up from a daydream, she blinked once or twice as her eyes came into focus. Idly, dreamily, she began to look around the room taking in the environment, like the photos on your mantle piece or the souvenirs of various trips covering the shelves and sideboards. Finally, her gaze settles on you, and the corners of her thin lips curl into a smile.

"Hello..." You say, noticing how your voice matches the tremble in your extremities. She doesn't appear to notice as she replies.

"Hello." Her voice is soft and musical, and the way she looked and even bowed her head a little made it feel like she really was greeting him and not some automatic response.

"How are you?" you ask, and then feel dumb for asking, but she doesn't appear to mind as she coolly responds.

"I'm quite well thank you, and yourself?"

"Fine, fine..." you pause as you think for a moment, but before you can come up with another question (the whole situation is making your mind go blank), she asks you one.

"What's your name, if you don't mind me asking?" You're impressed with the general inquisitiveness and life-like to and fro conversation that she is giving. If you didn't know better, you'd have sworn she was Human, but you guess that's the idea.

"Please, call me Alex. Do you have a name?" Her brow furrows at the question, pursing her lips as she thinks. The question seems to stump her and slowly she shakes her head, her pony tail swinging back and forth behind her.

"I don't remember having a name." she responds, still lost in thought.

"Can I call you Emma?" you ask, plucking a name from the top of your head. The smile returns to her face and she nods.

"That sounds lovely. Ok, you can call me Emma!"

"Great..." You can't help but watch and be fascinated with every moment she makes. She fiddles with her fingers and nails, she reaches up and runs a hand through her hair or plays with the tip of her pony tail, all the while looking around. The movements are far from what you imagined, you assumed she would sit rigidly until spoken to.

"Can I get you something?" you ask, pretty much out of sheer awkwardness. Of course, there were hundreds of things that crossed your mind that you could do with her, or to her, but you decided that this should be taken slowly.

Why rush...?

"A glass of water please." she says, surprising you. That's right, you remember now that your Grandfather says she has quite Human needs like water and food. You're not quite sure about leaving her alone but since you offered, you quickly stand and move through to the Kitchen.

Your Kitchen is a mess, there's clutter everywhere and you rarely get time to clean. That means there's crumbs and smears of food where you hastily grab something when you're hungry. Grabbing a glass from the pile of washing up, you give it a rinse before filling it with cold water from the tap. You briefly wonder whether she'd care about the temperature of the water, or even if it was water. Would she complain if it were soda, or juice... or vodka?

That was something else to test another time, for now you take the dripping glass of water and bring it back to the Lounge. You freeze at the doorway, watching her as she's stood with her back to you, examining the little clay Roman helmet you'd bought on your trip to Italy.

You clear your throat and she carefully places the item back on it's shelf before turning and smiling at you. It's a warm expression, welcoming, as if she really is 'pleased' to see you again. You close the distance and hand the glass to her, which she thanks you for.

"Tell me about yourself?" You ask, curious to see how she views her own existence. That furrowed, thoughtful look crosses her face, narrowing her eyes. You decide it's a very endearing look.

"I am 168cm and 60kg. My hair is a dark blonde colour and my eyes are blue. My first memory is waking in James' workshop, however I appear to have a wide range of general knowledge, and I am uncertain how I gained this. I like the colour red, running on the beach, dancing and eating peaches."

You're taken aback by the last few statements, "Wait, you have likes and dislikes?"

"Yes!" she says emphatically, her smile turning into a grin that showed perfectly straight white teeth, like an advert for toothpaste. "I have a wide variety of interests, likes, dislikes, turn ons and turn offs. I'm not sure how I know, but I just do."

You guess that makes sense, your Grandfather (James) must have programmed them with a personality of sorts, to better match a Human. She idly sips her drink, looking like she was waiting for something.

"So... what should we do now?" she asks.