A/N: SO... I wrote more garbage. It was based off a dream I had, and when I told my friends they were like, "OMG TURN IT INTO A NOVEL." But like, I don't think they wanted me to turn it into a weeb fic like the sinner I am. Oh well.

I also couldn't decide on a lesbian ship because the dream had lesbians. I cry

I think this is gonna be like a two-shot, or a three-shot. IDK. I think it depends if I can bother to finish this? Maybe I'll actually finish something for once ahahaha-

Warning: the dream gave me an entire plot which means I have an ending planned out. In other words, the ending is gonna suck because it's not a happy one.

Enjoy!

"Wake up, V-01."

"Sleep Mode deactivated."

Upon command, the android roused from her sleep. She looked around with a blank expression, but her movements clunky and robotic. Her body felt foreign to her as she tried to control it, but everything was so strange the moment her eyes had opened. Her mechanisms appeared to be functioning. A successful experiment for the company.

The men clasped their hands in glee as others clapped. Their first project had been completed after so many years of trial and error. They were afraid that the grant money would have ran out, but they have the blueprints needed to birth more of these creations. The government would give them more money, and the company would thrive despite the unforgiving conditions of the economy. There was still the rich after all. They could pay for their personal servants.

Glasses filled to the brim with alcohol clank against one another as the celebration continued. The android watched with the mentality of an infant, yet she could still sense the euphoria from the men.

An older man with greying hair had approached the girl whose faux eyes registered that someone had approached her. "You're the first." he said as he rested a hand upon her shoulder. It was cold to the touch, but he could engineer the temperature to mimic the average human's. "It's a tradition for parents to name their children after someone special. I may boast that I've done a grand deed tonight. I shall call you Miku after my own name. You may be a project, but you're like a child to me."

Miku looked at him, but said nothing. She merely acknowledged him exposing his raw emotion: happiness.

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Luka leaned forward against the table as she listened to one of her mother's lectures.

She knew she wasn't wanted as much as her brother. He could pass on the family name with the jobs he rattled off with confidence that he planned to try for. Jobs for humans were scarce as most were taken up by androids, but a gifted human with the right education could get one.

She, on the other hand, wasn't easily supported.

"A weaver! You could easily be one if you're supported by a man, but you chose to be alone. A weaver won't pay well in this world. You'll be homeless. You'll die from starvation." Her mother raved endlessly about the cons. It was always the negative side of everything.

It was a talent she was born with, but also a curse. It was her talent to eased the self hate she inflicted upon herself. It was a way to vent with rather dark images she wove together to let all of her emotions out. However, it wouldn't support her when she was finally eighteen, and legally able to be discharged from her parents' care.

Education was scarce to begin with. She knew she wouldn't last a day on her own without the proper education, or favored talents. As the thoughts continued to brew, she aggressively wove a design of a war from the past.

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Taking a leisurely stroll through the park was one of the last things Luka wanted to do, but her brother insisted that he go outside. With their parents listening in, she had to oblige to his wishes. She didn't know what prompted him to go outside when it wasn't even a clear, sunny day as told in fiction. She could see the smog looming over the sky with the millions of factories in the city outside of their window. The neighborhood was close enough to the skyscrapers, and bustling businesses.

Before departing, their father approached them, and he placed a dull knife in the palm of her hand. "Just in case." he told her. The neighborhood preyed on young women.

Luki lightly tugged on his sister's sleeve. It was ratty enough that it tore by an inch. "Sissy, there's a girl on the street."

She ignored him. She couldn't be bothered to risk her own life just to help another. Someone had to take care of her brother's dog.

"Sissy, rescue her!" he wailed. He was practically tearing her only good dress to shreds trying to get her to react.

React to what? It wasn't her business. Only the rich owned transportation. The rich could sway the court into ignoring the pleas for justice in the neighborhood where everyone barely scraped by. They were nobodies. Her brother continued to throw his tantrum, and it wasn't just bodies wandering by. Some eyes looked irritably in her direction as if to say: will you shut that child up?

It happened in a flash as she tore into the busy street, grasped the girl's wrist, and then pulled her aside onto the sidewalk.

"What the hell were you doing?" she hissed into the foolish girl's ear. Her family would disapprove of her language, but she wasn't in the mood to speak appropriately. Honestly, the girl would have been better off leaving this hellhole, but it was her brother's insistence that she allowed her to suffer by living.

The girl smiled at her while Luka's fury caused her to tighten her grip. It was almost like clutching a metal pole, and the girl did not wince from the increasing pressure.

"I was trying to pet the cat over there." she replied as she gestured towards the grey cat on the opposite side of the street. She was smiling at her as if nothing had ever occurred. Her irritation over this fool increased tenfold.

The older girl could see that the girl was young. Those teal lashes batted innocently at her, but it didn't help that the long pigtails added to that image. She would have been taken advantage of. "Try to pay attention next time." she sighed as she let go, and turned to call her brother over so they could leave. "Let's go, Luki."

The girl moved towards the direction they faced. "Can I come with you?"

"What?" Luka blinked before spinning around to meet her gaze. "I'm sorry, but I don't even know you."

"Okay then." the girl looked deep in thought momentarily. An idea sparked in her mind as she looked up with determination expressed openly. "I'm V-01, but I'm also known as Miku!"

"V-01?" Luki appeared as he hid behind his sister as if she could protect him from a robot. The concept slowly clicked in his mind as his eyes enlarged in childlike awe. "You must be an android!"

Luka shushed him as more eyed the trio warily.

"It's okay, I think." the girl named Miku said shyly as she twirled a strand of hair between her fingers. "Yes, I am an android. Is that bad?"

Luki looked up at his sister after receiving confirmation. "We should keep her. An android could do our chores, or we could brag when those fussy landowners come over."

There was the convenience of an android, but Luka hesitated. Her eyes flitted between the boy, and the robot. "I don't think we can."

"Why not?" he demanded.

"For starters, the android could belong to someone else. She's not ours. Second, how would we explain it to our parents? Lastly, we can barely survive. How the hell will we keep with the maintenance?"

"You're making her sound like she's some kind of stray animal!"

Before Luka could reply, another voice piped up in the midst of the argument: "If I was one, could I be a dog? One of those tiny ones with the fluffy bodies."

The tension eased between the bickering siblings. The unnatural teal eyes blinked as she was unsure how to handle the odd glances her way. She was still smiling through all of it though.

Luka sighed. "There are plenty of fluffy, tiny dogs on this planet. You'd need to be specific."

"I say a Pomeranian." Luki piped up.

Miku beamed at the kinder words about her now as she giggled. "Okay! Tell your creators that I'm a Pomeranian that you found."

The palms of her hand were pressed into her face over the conversation before her. "Please tell our parents, Luki. I don't want to be responsible for this."

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It turned out Luka was responsible. Their parents were appalled to see an android inspecting the inside of their home with the up-most curiosity. Despite the peppy attitude, and the questions escaping the girl in bursts, the family still felt skeptical about her unusual appearance in the neighborhood.

"It could be a spy." her mother insisted as her eyes flitted between the android, and her own offspring. "It could be acting all innocent, and before we all know it, our throats would be slit."

"Miku's a girl." Luki mumbled as he wrapped his arms around his bare legs. The floor was the only thing that was suitable to be sat upon, but even the dust particles clung to his pants and his feet.

Those fearful eyes turned to her - not surprisingly enough. "Don't tell me you've been feeding him ideas about androids. They're the reason he'd have competition trying to make a living out there."

"No. Why would I? It wasn't even me who wanted her in the first place." Luka pointed out as she turned her gaze upon the girl rocking upon the balls of her feet as she eyed the family portraits on the wall. She didn't see the appeal of making the family seem perfect as it should have been. It was far from perfect, yet she didn't pry Miku away from the lies. It kept her occupied.

She was almost envious how naive a robot could be. She wished she could block out all of the shit happening in her life, and the world. It would make things much simpler.

"Your father and I are not going to take care of her. You hear me?" Of course; the conclusion came to no surprise to either child. "I expect you find a way to make money, or else we'll sell the robot so we could actually have a decent living. I wouldn't have to worry so much over you freeloaders."

Luka clenched her jaw, but did not protest. "Yes, mother."

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"You have pretty art." Miku suddenly commented.

Luka was startled by the voice, but she did not move from her position. Although Miku had been here for awhile, she still couldn't adjust to another entering her room. Her latest attempt at trying to patch up a blanket was not thwarted yet. She was relieved to know no one would tear through the seams she had fixed a week ago. Yet. However, she defensively kept the blanket close as the android sat down next to her on the mattress.

"Did you make that?"

Her eyes were cast to the blanket before she looked up towards Miku. "No, I didn't. It was a blanket I had since I was a child." She flipped the poor thing over to reveal what was once a pretty pattern of a mermaid with violet hair, and dark eyes. Her fish tail once had rainbow scales, but most of them had been peeled off in the end - leaving white patches and stitches.

"It's so...strong to describe that much damage? Um, what's the word to describe how tough it is." The way her brow furrowed as she tried to work out the kinks of her supposedly sophisticated nature. For an android, she seemed surprisingly human, yet as intelligent as a teenage girl normally was. Perhaps smarter with the algorithms that made up her mindset.

"Tough works," Luka said softly as she sewed the open gap in the blanket shut. A fish was whole once more. "Resilient too."

"Oh." Miku nodded as she glanced at the battered blanket, but she couldn't help but sneak glances towards her mistress. "It's pretty." she repeated, but as Luka looked away, she opened her mouth to add: like you, but she decided against it.

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A couple of years had passed. She was, at one point, her brother's age as he declared he would go on to do grand things. The family was pleased that someone was actually going to do something decent for once while their daughter continued to suffer with an android for company.

She was eighteen now, but she did not officially feel like an adult. A part of her wanted to embrace the child in her. Her weaving had earned a weak income, but it kept her from losing her only friend. A year ago, her friend had been caught in the crossfire of a gang shooting. Another was traumatized after walking home in the dark. While negativity struck at the worst times, she could barely comprehend why Miku continued to smile throughout the months.

"It'll get better soon!" the android insisted, and never once did her voice go flat. She almost believed it was true, but sometimes that peppy voice was drained of emotion as static filled that lovely voice with an unbearable sound. It was simply a reminder that the worse had yet to come.

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She was simply done trying to sell herself as an artist. She might as well let her unpleasant self, and body rot in her room for all she cared. The corporations desired technology instead of creativity. She should have known that from the start. She should have fucking been an engineer, or someone worthy to actually survive in this world. Bitterness had devoured her whole for a reason, and she had it trying to understand the world through rose-colored glasses. It wasn't like she could use any glasses in the first place when they were so expensive for people like her.

The door slightly opened before it swung wide for her to look up, and see a figure. It might as well be the Grim Reaper coming to take her away. Her vision only showed her a petite figure with twin pigtails swaying as it approached her. It was a familiar face.

Perhaps she was desperate as she fell into Miku's arms sobbing. The girl was smiling still as she comforted her mistress, and embraced her with a tenderness she never thought possible from someone made of metal, and science.

Luka was positive she had lost control of her own body at this point, or her mind. She froze as her android leaned in with her lips loosely puckered. Her face was close enough, but she couldn't feel a warm breath upon her face. Yet her own face had warmed up immensely, and it only continued to heat up as those lips had made contact with hers.

Those lips were not soft like hers, but they were wet. Hands begun to gloss over her back, and even lower. As the robot continued to shower her with affection, she couldn't help but think back on her father grousing about robots built for sex. However, Miku had a different purpose beyond her knowledge by the comical attempts at being seductive.

Luka moved closer as her body pressed against the metal frame. Miku's skin - her heart- was unnaturally warm for a robot. Her mechanical heart. The metal lips. The reality that she was just a simulation of a human being. The reminder jolted Luka awake from the fabricated bliss to push away the other girl who was practically eating her face at this point. Said girl looked puzzled by the action taken.

"Did I do something wrong?" Miku's permanent sunny disposition had darkened. Luka winced.

"I can't. We just can't." A love between a human and an android was taboo. It would detach her from her disapproving family forever if they knew. It was wrong. She couldn't believe what she had done.

Her mind screamed for penance. She wanted to run away. She wanted to refrain from a life that encouraged her behavior because her body loved it. The warmth and the sparks were undeniable.

Miku's uncharacteristic look made her heart sink. She was just as comprehending as an infant.

"I need a moment." Luka said with a shaky breath. She got to her feet, and backed away as she tried to wrap her mind around what had just happened.

Unfortunately, the one who caused the distressed tried to approach.

"Don't come near me." she said sharply, but regretted it. She felt the pang of guilt as the pleasure sizzled from her body. Her lips parted to apologize, but she couldn't bring herself to pretend any further.

Miku nodded as a filmy layer shrouded her eyes, and her voice went flat. "Of course, master. I'll give you space."

Then she left.