I am a personal relations android model 13th elite. I’m built with the best processor and cooling system, and can last longer than many people can. With the latest software and state of the art fine tuned mime muscle systems I walk and think like everyone else. I’m lucky, many androids burn themselves out in about 6 years. I was designed to last, to beat the competition. Only 600 elite models were built to celebrate persona’s 30th year in business, and I am number 137. I was unboxed 6:37 minutes ago at a time of 17:32. My owner seems to be setting up a camera. 
	“Hello folks! Today the new Elites hit the market and one issue with shipping is that many have been damaged in transit. So in today’s tutorial we are going to go over how to fix busted fingers.” He said, speaking loudly at the small recording box. Was I damaged? Am I defective? I’ve only been on for a few minutes! I looked at my hands and ran a diagnostic. My fingers worked. I opened and closed my hand a few times. What was he-
	“So, firstly we just need our ‘droids hand and some simple tools.” 
	Owner interrupted my thoughts. Did he refer to me? “Would you like to name me, sir or madame?” I asked, trying to be as helpful as I could.  “I can begin voice recognition if you desire.”
 He chuckled.
	“I haven’t had time to set this one up yet.” He told the small box. “You are iet. That’s your name. Recognize this voice.” I listened intently. Iet was a pretty name. Hopefully the name meant he liked me. “By the way. These models are fully customizable. As you can see this one has some top line features.” He lifted up my arm pointing at my skin. “Sleek black fur.” He patted my shoulders. “Snazzy business suit, though one can request any dress up.” He then poked my chest. “C-cups, and a nice figure I might add.” This was all so odd. I tried to speak up. 
	“Do you have a task for me?” 
	“Mute,” was his command. He grabbed my hair and yanked, forcing me to turn my head. “Sleek black hair as well as cute kitty ears. She has a tail to match.” That had stung. Owner took my hand again. “All in all, a very pretty device. Really a work of art.” 
I was pretty! I couldn’t help but wag my tail. Owner did seem happy. He picked up one of his tools humming to himself. 
	“So, to fix a broken finger.” Owner said to the box. He gripped my finger and suddenly twisted. Fire lit up my hand. I heard the snapping sound as my finger bent back, causing me to shiver.“Wow, she did not seem to like that.”   Why had he done that? Did I do something wrong? Again, another twisting motion and he snapped another one of my fingers.I let out a long yelp and tried to pull my hand back, but he held onto it. He broke my third finger. I shook my head. 
“Stop, please you’re hurting me!!” I told him. He looked at me and laughed. 
“Mute.” I couldn’t speak. He snapped my last finger. I wanted so desperately to escape to shut down. “Good, now what we need to do, is get out some glue and a flat head driver. These are pretty easy to fix.” I shut my eyes as he began working on my hand. Soon the fiery pain dulled to a lulling ache. I couldn’t watch as he had the insides of my hand taken out to be quickly glued and replaced. 
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