After leaving the CEO's office, his assistant once again led me and we walked all the way back down to my office, my stomach feeling like there's a rock intricately placed right in my gut.

"You will pack your things immediately and go to where you will be staying. You are to stay silent about this arrangement. Any slip ups will result in immediate relocation, do you understand?"

"Y-yes sir...I understand."

When we arrive at the office, I stay completely silent as I packed my very few things Dr. Will let me have, the assistant handing me a shiny red keycard with my name on it.

Wow, guess they were for sure I wouldn't say no.

"I can't help you get there. Follow the instructions on the back of the card and you'll know when you're at your destination."

I nodded slowly and walked out of the room into the mess of long skinny white hallways; They all looked the same, plain white with white tile floors and white ceilings, resembling an insane asylum.

With Dr. Will, that's what it feels like.

I looked on the back of the card and followed every direction, the card leading me down about every hallway and staircase known to man.

Gosh they must really want me hidden.

By the time I read the last direction on the back of the card, it feels like it's been an hour, a sigh of frustration escaping my lips when I finally arrive at the gigantic metal door in the basement.

It couldn't have just said find the basement?

Yeesh, they keep this place locked up tight, there's no way anyone would get in or out of that door.

The rock returns in my stomach when I look at the metal door, the air thick and musty from misuse and inadequate air filtration.

what do those walls hide?

How does one leave them...

My eyes catch onto a small red line shining on a space by the door, my keycard fitting in it perfectly, the door making a very loud thunk sound.

Alright....here goes my freedom...for a whole year...

Will I survive?

What is this robot like?

My eyes strain to see in the room as it's shrouded with darkness, my feet almost tripping over something until I find the large light switch, fluorescent lights beaming with life and illuminating the entire area.

Woah.

There must be every single up to date tool on those tables, any scientist would kill to use even one of these advanced tools, especially me.

I'm practically drooling.

I set my things down on one of the tables and look around the expensive lab, papers and random drawings litter the solid metal floors, a giant chalkboard filled with formulas catching my eyes.

Wait a second...

All of these formulas are incorrect, no robot could function correctly like this.

I'll come back to it later.

With a deep sigh I pass up the chalkboard for now, my eyes scanning the area and taking in all of my surroundings.

This place is pretty big...kind of like a small house, there's even a small room for me.

Making my way down the small hallway in the room, my eyes immediately land on a window in the middle of the room, the glass so thick I feel my stomach churn softly.

That's definitely unbreakable glass. Scary.

I carefully strided ahead and flipped the small lightswitch beside the window, a gasp escaping my lips when I see the robot laid out on the table, his chest and head left completely opened and untouched.

Woah...

The robot was tall and had human-like skin, his hair was black and in more of a bowl cut, His arms were muscular and he was very in shape, he looked like an ethereal being like something from a fairytale.

Hmm, they had good taste I guess.

Unlocking another airtight door I cautiously walk up to the robot and take a peek inside of the opened up chest revealing his heart.

Again, woah.

The gears were so delicate, each one entagling with the other creating what looks like a perfect electric copy of a human heart. Whoever made this robot was a serious genius, I've never seen such detailed work before.

Drooling.

Examining every inch of the robot, my eyes scan up into his head and I furrow my eyebrows while looking into his brain data.

Wait....this isn't right....they didn't give him a conscious...how can they expect him to function without a proper brain?

I started working on his data immediately like a mad dog, examining every ounce of any information a textbook had to offer about coding a conscience.

No wonder the robot can't work...whoever did those formulas on the board used them for his brain...this is going to be very interesting.

•••••

My first three days in this basement prison has been spent very sleepless and unnatural amounts of coffee, however I finally finished programming his chip for his brain.

Now he should be able to operate like a normal human being...he'll have a copy of real emotions...hopefully.

Feeling proud of my work I stand up while walking over to him and slowly inserting the chip into the spot in his brain and screwing it shut, I immediately went to working on his heart afterwards, eager to see him wake up.

I wonder what he'll be like...

This is the first human robot mankind has seen...

He's for military though...will he be violent?

Shaking the nervous thoughts away I connect every one of the wires in his heart, hooking the brain cords through his neck to his heart, his chest making a popping sound as I slip a tshirt on his heavy mechanic body.

Can't wake up half naked.

Walking out of the room, I shut the airtight door and stand in front of the computer, waiting to see if this actually worked, maybe my sleep deprivation is giving me a false sense of confidence.

This is it, with this button I'll turn on the robot...

I have no idea how he is going to react towards me, but I got my recorder out so I could talk into it and have daily logs of how the robot is doing for the people upstairs.

I hesitantly looked at the giant red button as my heart fluttered with anxiety, my hand softly pushing on the button as I take a deep shakey breath.

No one told me a game plan about if he attacks me...I guess maybe the glass window will keep him away from me?

Is it strong enough to hold back a six foot tall robot?

I hear something turn on as I look into the room and light blue beams coarsed through what should be his veins and it was an odd sight to witness, like watching blood flow into a human.

Gross.

I go from creating microwaves to working on robots for the national government, ha, guess I got that promotion I was wanting, now I'm cut off from all senses of society for an entire year to spend time with a robot.

My thoughts were interrupted when I looked out and the robot moved, his fingers twitching softly on the hard metal surface of the table.

Oh my god.

He moved.

His head tenderly shifted to the side in my direction as I see his eyelids flutter open, Ice blue mechanical eyes staring directly at me.

Holy-