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Bright lights burned down on his photoreceptors. Near him, he could hear the fizzing of a thermal lance cutting through metal. As his vision adjusted, he could see sparks out of the corners of his receptors. Still unused to moving, the droid craned his head sideways, almost expecting a long creak to follow it. To his left, a man wearing a mask was carving a metal shell into a humanoid form. Currently he was working on the bust. "Who are you?"
He was ignored. The unknown man continued sculpting wordlessly. "Who are you?" He repeated again, louder this time. After a few seconds without an answer, he turned his head back up, toward the light. The fizzing stopped.
"I'm your new owner." Owner? The word sounded strange. Why would he have an owner? He wasn't some sort of object. Was he?
"Who am I?"
The question was met with laughter. It bounced off the walls, hearty and a bit annoying, until the man stopped to answer the question. The droid was looking at him again now.
"You're a droid. My droid." The man took off his mask now, and to the bot's surprise, the person was not a man. It was a boy. Judging by the blend of baby face and developed features, his owner was a teenager, most likely about 19 human years old. This surprised the droid, although at first, he was not sure what this emotion was. He was not sure why he was feeling anything at all. Surprise, he thought.
"I'm a droid," he echoed. "I'm a droid." He took in his surroundings. A workshop, messy and bustling, filled with bits of metal, empty boxes of take-out food, and tools scattered all over the floor, intertwined with wires leading to various machines. The machines appeared to be defunct.
There was not a window in the room. The only source of lighting was a surgical lamp above him, surprisingly clean considering its surroundings. Perhaps it had just been installed. He looked away from it now. He didn't like the way it blinded him. The droid looked at the room again, and concluded...nothing. There was nothing to think of it. This was a workshop, like any other.
He shut off his photoreceptors, and the fizzing continued.
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