A/N: I felt like this story was necessary. I've had this idea for a while. Commenting inspires me to write. Enjoy.
It all started with a man.
Voiceless, a scientist worked at creating the world's greatest singers. Spending day upon day in a laboratory beginning at age seven. Sometimes he wanted to give up. Determined, he never gave into that voice in the back of his head whispering "It's not worth it." He had ideas of what they would be like, primarily English and Japanese speaking androids. He never knew they would become famous beyond his wildest dreams. It took work, and at first they were unknown to society. He felt like a failure time after time. Never letting it get to him, he worked, as he always did, the only thing knew.
He wrote the songs he wanted them to sing. Several were created when he was a child. "I want to sing!" He constantly signed as a child, yet people laughed. He'd never felt such pain, he wanted to sing. His art to be heard. He spent days that he wasn't testing, building, or designing writing. Many of his songs were story songs, based on several of his own experiences. Some were him putting himself in other people's shoes. He found the concept fascinating, which is why he wanted to be a singer. Which is why he began creating androids.
That day, when she first came to life. Opening her eyes slowly, she saw the face of a man who smiled down on her. It was what he worked for. She'd need practice, but it didn't matter. What mattered was that she was alive. He hugged her tightly and sobbed.
"Mas…ter..?" Her voice was gorgeous. A robotic sound that echoed through the lab. He never thought of that name before… "Master." It was sinking in. He pulled away and smiled. Nodded to confirm that was his name, he was, "Master" and that would be the name he would go by, now and always. He touched her face, she felt human. Although he barely knew what, "human" was. She was warm, her skin soft, her movements teeming with life. He held her tighter. He'd never have to be alone. Never again.
That's when his next experiment worked. The English-speaking boy and girl were perfect. It couldn't have turned out better. He struggled to find a form of communication. Sign Language… they didn't know it. He didn't want them to focus on learning it he wanted them to focus on singing technique. He got an old friend to help him.
"It's crazy," the girl said. The two about seventeen now, "You've been working on this crazy thing for years now. You need to get this into your head: IT. WILL. NEVER. WORK."
He only glared at her with disappointment. He knew it would, it had to. He couldn't imagine anything else. His look showed his despair, she didn't need any other sign.
"I'm… so sorry…" She walked away. He exhaled deeply, a sound didn't escape his lips.
He hadn't said anything to her until he texted her the day he realized he needed way to communicate. His message read, "Come to my house. Now." Her look was priceless. To see robotic singers she thought would never exist put a contorted look of awe on her face. It put a smile on his own.
He signed to her, "I need to communicate with them. I need your help." She nodded.
Three robotic people sat, silently, patiently, unaware of what was ahead of them. He took each one into a study for him to name. Lola, Leon, and… he couldn't think. The single Japanese girl stood nameless. He would know her name when he heard it, but it didn't come to him. He waited for a couple of days before he could name her. It came to him in a dream:
Meiko
