Written 10/7/10. Typed and uploaded 10/9/10

My name is Grace. I was built as an android by Yoshio Yutani. I was designed in more of a Western style. Instead of being a traditional robot of Japan, I was programmed knowing English and THEN Japanese, because after the first few years of being a working android, I was shipped overseas to America. I was received by an American company called Weyland. The name of the man who accepted the shipment, a.k.a. me, was Michael. He provided a place for me to stay and worked on everything in me that was mechanical.

Instead of the quiet, hardworking Asians that concentrated on one small thing at a time, taking months to wire a simple "tendon" in my finger, he was slightly messy, a bit unorganized and focused on my overall self instead of a single section. He worked on my emotional inhibitors as well. Before, I was unresponsive; a general robot, content with no contact with anyone other than my supervisors. He changed it so that I had my own personal feelings, my own responses to actions around me. He even gave me thoughts, which is a hard thing to imagine. An android capable of its own thoughts. It was unheard of in the East! Yet here it was in one of the most mechanically undeveloped countries of the world.

This man was very smart, and as I grew to know him, he became a genius in my eyes. He did things the Japanese scientists wouldn't even dream of doing, things they would never try or think of - such as socializing me with others.

Mr. Michael would take me down to the parks on the days he wasn't busy working on other androids, or sometimes bring me along to "conventions" where other scientists and architects gathered. There were workshops where bits and pieces of imperfect robots laid around while the minds behind them studied blueprints, scratching their heads in wonder at how perfectly I worked and functioned. This wondrous Japanese robot, straight from the hardest working minds in all of the Asian countries, standing before them! He would show me proudly to the other people, but didn't display me in such a way that was sneering or emphasized wealth. He treated me with such a kindness I'd never know, had I stayed in my home country.

I suppose that I would have been even fonder of the brilliant man than I already was, if I hadn't met the first android he had created.

Bishop.