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[CrimsonMoon]

A small crowd gathered in a park, a sweet, mechanical voice floating across the sky... A robot girl sang, her blank gaze starig straight through the people in front of her. Her grey and brown eyes completely lifeless. And though her voice held emotion, she sang with neither happiness nor grief... Just blankness.

A small crank on the back of her neck twisted as if to a silent beat... The robot girl didnt even react when a cocky young man steps from the crowd and pushes her, the cyborg stumbles but straightens again, unfazed. Not losing a beat in the song. This encourages more teens to push her around like a ping pong ball... But still she sang.

www.deviantart.com/art/Robot-Girl-339237478

greensunwolf.deviantart.com/art/Dream-of-Autumn-266293697

[CrimsonMoon]

Sok :3)

[Light]

Warm hands grasp her shoulders and stop the sudden shoving by knocking the teenager next in line to shove the robot. Long chamoisee-brown hair whipped around to the front of her from the human behind her, the momentum of the catch knocking her off balance slightly, "Hör auf damit! (Knock it off!)" a young voice yells in German. She glared at the others around her angrily, how could they do such a cruel thing?!

www.deviantart.com/art/b-l-o-o-m-410045047

[CrimsonMoon]

" Es ist nicht wie es etwas fühlen kann!"(It's not like it can feel anything!) The teen snaps back the group slinking off

The robot had a thin cut above her eyebrow, a tiny bead of greenish blood glinting there... But still she sang, not even seeming to notice the help she had received

[Light]

"arschloch," (Arsehole) she spits at their backs venomously, "zurück zu euren Müttern!" (Go back to your mothers!) She steps around to the front of the robot girl and wipes away the green blood forming on her brow, "fühlst du dich besser jetzt?" (are you feeling better now?)

[CrimsonMoon]

The robot blinks slowly, the small winde up connected to the back of her neck slowing,"... Ja," it replies in a soft monotone, no emotion...

(Have ya watched the video? X3)

[Light]

(yes <3 Like, ten times more or less)

"Gut," she sighs stepping back. She wipes her hands on her dress and crosses her arms, "Ich heiße Liesel." (My name is...) She clicks her tongue a bit and switches to English like a skipping tape, "I'm sorry for them, Saukerl, the lot of them."

[CrimsonMoon]

The robot just shrugs and sits down on a park bench,"... It is normal," she answers

[Light]

"It's not RIGHT," she stubbornly says with another shake of her head. "You shouldn't let them treat you like that."

[CrimsonMoon]

" this one is programmed to sing. No more," She answers in that stiff monotone

[Light]

"But you're talking to me." she challenges, "Which means you can do more than just sing."

[CrimsonMoon]

"..." The robot doesnt answer, but stands slowly and looks at her," My programming blocks any additional conversing with this human..."

[Light]

"Arschloch!" she howls throwing her hands up in the air, "Okay then... define this ages standards for human to me then,"

[CrimsonMoon]

"
n.
1. A member of the genus Homo and especially of the species H. sapiens.
2. A person: the extraordinary humans who explored Antarctica.
adj.
1. Of, relating to, or characteristic of humans: the course of human events; the human race.
2. Having or showing those positive aspects of nature and character regarded as distinguishing humans from other animals: an act of human kindness.
3. Subject to or indicative of the weaknesses, imperfections, and fragility associated with humans: a mistake that shows he's only human; human frailty.
4. Having the form of a human.
5. Made up of humans: formed a human bridge across the ice."

The robot answers immediately

[Light]

"Hmmmmm," she rubs her chin thoughtfully, "Ja, then I'm not human--I'm half-human," she gives the robot a triumphant look, "Or the term half blood. Don't call me that though."

[CrimsonMoon]

"... 63% human," The robot corrects softly, glancing back down the pathway as a light snow begins to fall

[Light]

"STILL not fully human!" She plops down on the bench beside her, "I like your voice, it has potential."

[CrimsonMoon]

The cyborg looks at her,"... Wh-" she twitches as if something had stopped her from askig the question,"... Thank you,"

[Light]

"No problem," she leans back and forth like she were on a swing, her sandals off her feet despite the freezing temperature, "But its dangerous to be by yourself. Whoever programmed you didn't think too in detail, ja?"

[CrimsonMoon]

" I am a product of the park service, this is my home," she answers, sittig next to her