There was a clacking of keyboards and the whirring of hard drives, the voices of various men and women and blinking lights from various monitors. For the scientists and engineers at Crypton Industries, this was an important day in not only the history of their company, but for history as a whole.

For a long time now, Crypton Industries had teamed up with Yamaha Corporation to create and manufacture a singing android, the first of its kind, in a new series of robots that they would call the "Character Vocal Series," a series based off of their original vocal synthesizer series. Crypton had promised Yamaha that the first idol in the series of robots would be a breakthrough in modern technology, as far as they were concerned, but after the past sixteen and a half months working on the damned thing, they were already at the end of their rope. They had spent countless hours working overtime trying to calculate information, screw and weld parts onto the prototypes, and gathering important data needed to create various features of its body. They just wanted to get it over with already.

Which is why today is a very special day for them. Their supervisors had notified them the previous day, telling them that the final version of the robot was officially ready for it's very first test. All of the workers were busy scurrying around the place, like a colony of ants that have been disrupted from their positions, trying to get every little detail of the project finished on the last minute.

"Is subject CV01 ready for it's first test track?" asked one of the workers among the confusion.

"Just a few more minutes until it's booted up, sir," his colleague shouted back.

As soon as everyone had finished all their hustle and bustle, they all gathered around in front of his or her control panel, flipping this and pushing that, while their exhausted, baggy eyes were busy scrolling across the screens of green and white text. From a tall glass cylinder in front of them was the figure of a girl in her late teens, inside of a blue liquid that slowly drained away from the bottom. As the water drained into the tube, the girl emerged along with it. The workers leaned in from their control panels and computers, so they could finally get a good glimpse of what the thing they've been working on for so long looked like.

The first thing they saw was that she had long, teal hair and pale white skin, much like a fantasy character from a book or a game would look like. Soon after her long hair and pale body had finished revealing themselves, the blue liquid had finished draining through the holes in the bottom. The girl stood there motionless as a statue, her skinny arms were left dangling on her sides and her back was arched perfectly straight.

"Where 'n tarnation is that darned activation button?" one of the workers complained quietly.

Another one whispered, "There's one on my panel, I'll turn 'er on."

There was a whir and a wizz in the tube, the sound of hardware booting up for the first time. As her man-made brain started turning on, she slowly opened her eyes, peeking at her surroundings through the cracks between her eyelids. In the middle of the opening caps shown a stunning pair of blue eyes, highlighted by the little bit of light from a desk lamp on one of the cubicles' tables.

At last, it seemed the weight on her eyes was lifted and the blurriness of her vision from before started to become sharper and clearer, to the point where she could now see everything laid out in front of her. At first, she was very confused, not knowing who she was or where she was at. She wondered who all of these mysterious people were, and why they were even looking at her.

She approached the glass of her case slowly and tapped her fingers across it to see if it made a sound, and when that didn't work, she banged on it with her clenched fists next. Her light blue eyebrows crumpled up together in a disappointed frown when it stayed silent. As she was busy banging on the tube, she moved her head in all sorts of different places, exploring the different nooks and crannies of the small space she was captured in, trying to find out whether or not there was some sort of escape exit she could crawl into.

The engineers were amazed at how she already had such great control on her motor skills. They expected her to stand still and await for the glass to lift, like any normal android would, but she wasn't programmed like the others. She eagerly got up and started looking for a way out. Although, after quite the long time of banging on the unbreakable glass, her robotic joints became fatigued and she slid her back down against the inside of the tube to no prevail. She sat down, brought her knees sadly up to her bare chest, and cradled herself in her arms in a fetal position to try comforting herself, asking things in her mind like,

"Where am I? What am I? Who am I?"

The engineers, seeing how confused and scared she was, reassured her she would be okay. The girl didn't understand half of what they were saying, however, because it was all muffled out by the thick glass that encased her like a display in a museum in front of a crowd of aweing spectators. She could only assume that their intent was to try and hurt her in some way, which only made her curl up in fear even more, her hair draping over her timid face.

"It's alright dear, no need to be afraid," one of the female engineers said calmly.

This person pressed a few buttons on her control panel and flipped a switch that lifted the glass cover off the cylinder, causing the girl to instantaneously roll over onto the ground. She spasmodically stretched out all of her limbs, trying to lift herself off the freezing, metallic floor, and back onto the glass of the tube, before she realized there wasn't any tube left for her to climb onto.

"Let's get you into some warm clothes now, shall we?" she smiled as she walked toward the girl.

The female stuck her hand out to the girl politely, to assure her she didn't have anything to be scared about. She wanted to earn her trust. The girl, not knowing what this gesture implied, backed away on her hands and knees and rolled herself up into a little, pale ball again, shaking like a leaf in the wind. Her bright eyes wandered around the room in this terrified state of hers, looking and scanning all the different, scary faces that surrounded her.

"Oh, no, no, don't be scared! Just grab my hand with yours, darling, I'll help you on your feet," she smiled kindly.

Now the girl felt just a little more assured that she wouldn't be hurt, but she still reached her shaky hand out to her reluctantly. She was still very new to the place and was awfully scared of everything, may I remind you. Anything and everything that she could see was a possible candidate as a threat to her existence.

Although the worst-case scenarios were already lined up in the girl's mind, the kind lady helped her up and led her to a separate room down a hallway to the right of the tube, where she and other some other nice females helped the girl get dressed.

To start, they had pulled out a whole wardrobe full of clothes and laid them out neatly so that the girl could examine every tiny detail of each one. Oh, how there were many beautiful clothes offered to that girl. All of which were hers, but she could only choose one for the time being. What was she to wear? She couldn't simply pick just one! They all dazzled the girl very much, that it seemed almost impossible to choose only one. But, to the surprise of the ladies, her eyes were suddenly pulled away from all of the other elegant dresses and outfits and they glued themselves onto quite the peculiar outfit indeed.

The outfit she was staring at had dark grey arm warmers with a synthesizer pattern. The outfit also came with a grey short-sleeved top with a collar and a yellow badge knitted onto it, a teal tie with two black clips on the end, a flowy mini skirt which was teal at the bottom and dark grey the rest of the way up, and dark grey, fitted, thigh-high boots with teal outsoles (and who could forget the black and pink hair ties!).The girl, not knowing how to speak, lifted her trembling arm and extended her index finger to the outfit, as a sign that she wanted to wear this one. The other females nodded in understanding and helped her put the outfit on her.

Meanwhile, the other scientists and engineers were pacing back and forth on the outside of the room, waiting anxiously for the female android to come out, becoming more impatient with each passing second she was in there. And then, suddenly, amidst the biting of fingernails and walking in circles, was the creak of a certain golden doorknob. The workers quickly jerked their heads and turned their attention-almost like a curious puppy dog would-towards the sluggish rotation of the knob. They waited in suspense as the girl twisted the knob open and gently pushed the white door away from her. And when that white door was pushed away to the wall, in the doorway stood the breathtaking figure of the girl, dressed in that grey/teal themed outfit and using the two black/pink hair ties to hold up two long, teal pigtails.

"My...it's brilliant!" exclaimed one of the scientists in delight.

The other scientists and engineers nodded and agreed, and gave a quick round of applause to the robot, whistling and whooping all the while. All of them sighed with a breath of relief and were overcome with a wave of pride because they knew that all of their overtime, re-calculating, and perseverance really did pay off in the end. They were glad to have a fully-functional, moving robot. The question now was, could she do what she was meant to do? Could she sing?

The girl, not knowing what to do in a situation like this, mimicked them. She cracked a sweet, tiny smile and clapped the palms of her cold hands along with them. The scientists smiled and laughed at this gesture, and greeted the girl with warm wishes and kind hearts. They would reach their hands out to her and asked her many questions, and she shook their hands and she answered on a piece of paper. Although, there was one question in particular that she couldn't possibly answer with just a ballpoint pen and a blank, white copy paper.

One of the scientists asked her if she could speak for them. Some of his fellow colleagues agreed, they wanted to know if the voicebox they programmed into her worked. Others became silent and skeptical about her ability to talk, thinking that she wasn't ready to do something like that this immediate. She didn't know how to talk, but despite her uncertainty, she tried very hard to. She wanted to please every single one of the humans standing there in front of her. She wanted to show them that she could fulfill her purpose as to why she was built. She wanted to prove to them that she could speak just as well as any of them could!

And then, when she and the crowd of amused scientists expected it the least, from her throat came a high sound which cracked and wheezed, and struggled to reach the tip of her tongue. The workers focused their attention harder to the girl as she fought to figure out where her artificial voice box was. Her voice squeaked in the attentive silence as she was still trying to force that little bit of sound, even if it was only a little bit, out of her throat. When finally, it managed to crawl out of her mouth, in the form of,

"Haaaa."

The workers blinked in confusion and inquisitiveness. What did she mean by the elongated syllable, "ha?" Was she trying to say a word that starts with H, like "hello" or "happy?" Was she trying to see what her voice sounded like before she spoke?

"Jiiii."

Now they were even more confused than before! What kind of word did she wanted to say that had "ha" and "ji" in it? Unless...they thought...she's speaking in her native language, perhaps? In Japanese?

Their question was finally answered when the whole thing came out of her mouth. They were indeed correct, her words were in Japanese, but she was singing those words, not speaking them! And she was singing them in a song that they had never even heard of before!

"-mete no oto wa nande shita ka? Anata no hajimete no oto wa…"

It was the first time the girl had ever spoke, let alone sing, and the men and women standing there were even more astonished than before at her lovely voice. She sang like she had been singing for a million years, plus twenty time that. Her voice charmed them so, as she hit each high note perfectly and dropped her pitch smoothly.

She didn't know what to think, she just began singing like it was instinct, and she didn't know when she began or when she would stop. But, she smiled as she was singing, because she was delighted that she made some smile, some jaw-drop, and some to even cry. Finally, as the song that was made up on the spot came to a close, she breathed the last lines of her original work, singing,

"Hajimete no oto ni nare mashita ka? Anata no hajimete no oto ni. Sekai no dokodemo, watashi wa utau sorezore no hajimete no oto o.."

As her voice faded and ceased, she notices how the small crowd was so stunned, they were left speechless after the song. The girl got worried that she made a mistake in her singing, scrunching her eyebrows together again, but this time in fear that she didn't please them as much as she thought. But, to her surprise, one of the male scientists stepped up, proclaiming,

"Well, boys, it doesn't look like she'll hafta sing the test tracks...we already found the first sound of the future!" he yelled.

"Our own Hatsune Miku!" shouted another.

The group of individuals cheered and clapped again at the successful attempt at capturing the perfect image and voice of an idol and transforming that into an operating android that would live forever. An immortal female music idol? "The first sound of the future," huh? That was exactly what Miku was to them. When the future generations at Crypton will look at Miku, they will be looking at the opening to a new world. An advanced world of androids where some humans would become obsolete, a world where an everlasting race of robots would exist.

A world doomed for [critical ERROR] and [critical ERROR].