(technically she ain't a robot but wtv…)

"Lonely?" Dr. Isaac tilted his head at the young Zephirah. "Yes, Sir. I know you can't always see me. You're so busy in your lab often. I feel as if I need someone else. Not a nurse. They aren't too kind either. Like, another Subject?" Zephirah asked plainly. Dr. Isaac chewed on his lip, contemplating what he could do.

"Give me a minute." He stood up from the chair he was sitting on, walking out of Zephirah's room without another word. With a steady pace, Isaac went to his laboratory, where his nurses sat in waiting. "She's lonely." Isaac sighed. "What do we do? We can't make another like her. Her genetically modified codes are impossible to recreate. All we really did was throw chemicals around."

A nurse combed her hair back. "We can always do that again. Just, instead of on a mineral, what if we try it on a human? It'll be way more easier to identify their codes if we just use a human."

Dr. Isaac snorted. "Who'd be willing to give up their life to a laboratory?" A nurse jerked her chin up. "i know I sound like an evil supervillain when I say this- but what if we do someone who can't give up their lives? What if it's someone whos unsuspecting? Like a child? Someone around Zephirah's age."

He debated the thought. "But no mother would do that to their own blood."

One of the nurses, sitting in the corner, raised a quiet and hesitant hand. "My daughter is six years old. She might be too young for Zephirah, as shes half her age, but I don't want her. Ever. She was a mistake."

An uneasy silence hung in the air.

"Okay." He said. "I'll see what I can do."