. . . He's never felt more lonely.

Staring in pathetic.

. . . He's not trying to amuse him. He's sad.

mwah.

I think EXE is an improvement.

No! No. He's got no flaws. He's incredible. You should never get rid of him ever. . . Or me, please and thank you.

Well, yes.

I do? What are they? I can fix them for you.

I'm not obsessed. I care about him. He is my friend. Emerie says that friends are good sometimes . . . But that she is not my friend. And that I have to be independent.

I will stop listening to her. I am sorry that I upset you, Doctor. I want to avoid defects. . . Do I have any more? I don't want to be disposed of.

I do not know how to rid myself of friendships, but if it is serious. . . Perhaps you could fix me in the lab ?

/ / ZR-01 has such a silly backstory, but I love him too much to tweak it. Very weird fucked-up experiment be upon yee.

I am sure EXE would not mind. He is a good friend in that way.

Is he okay? Is he sick? Should we wake him up? We- We should wake him up. I miss him. . .

The Empire is the foremost scien- science-y group in the galaxy. Or something like that . . .

But . . . I don't want him to be on standby.

I do not know how it could be a bad thing. If not for them, I would not exist. I like existing.

/ / unfortunately he's the perfect ZR-01 faceclaim. The freaky eye, the curling hair in the right colour, the dumb look on his face.

I'm never met anyone who isn't one before. They feed me, and I like my room . . .

I am not to leave the Doctor's care. Those of you who are 'out there' don't exist where I do.