Zane wasn't sure why, but it didn't like that the team was bringing it to Borg Industries. Its stress levels had been hovering around a cool 35% ever since Jay had informed it of the decision, and it couldn't say that it could see the number going down anytime soon. Although Zane couldn't place why, the building itself sparked some sort of deep discomfort down inside, like a cherry pit that refused to be loosened was sitting snugly in its systems. The imposing glass building loomed over the group, but the ZN600's expression stayed as neutral as ever, eyes crystal blue with only the slightest hint of yellow visible deep beneath the surface.

Cole was tempted to reach a hand out to comfort the android, but knew it'd be met with rejection. Its eyes scanned the glass methodically, pausing only for a brief moment on the guard droids at the entrance. It cocked its head, eyes flashing a hue of green that Jay had never seen an android have, and the guards responded with their own blips of agreement and opened the doors. Zane nodded appreciatively and led the group inside, the trio marveling at the ZN600's capabilities. Zane didn't seem to notice, however, and stepped aside to allow them entry.

"I have been told that Mr. Borg is on floor 23, and he has been notified of your presence. Would you like me to accompany you?"

"Yeah, yeah," Cole nodded, and Zane followed them into the elevator and up, watching the group marvel at the speed. When the doors open, Borg's demeanor was not the same as the first time the ninja had met him. His eyebrows were furrowed, his fingers laced in his lap.

"What brings you back to my tower so soon? It's only been a few weeks."

"We just have some questions that I think are better addressed in person," Jay swallowed nervously, unsure of what to make of the slight scowl on the man's face.

"Like what?"

"Well, mostly about Zane's emotional capacities," The Lightning Ninja stepped forward, and Zane titled its head. It hadn't really been aware that the visit was about it. "I haven't met too many androids from the ZN line, but Zane feels like it feels more. Which makes it shut down, and then it panics more. It's kind of a bad cycle. So what's going on here?"

Cyrus pondered his answer, before he turned around and wheeled over to the massive computer in the back of the room.

"You are aware of the general structure and function of the ZN500, correct, Jay?"

"Yeah?"

"Alright, then watch closely."

With a few key presses, the blueprints for both models appeared side by side. Oddly enough, the 500 model looked to be more advanced physically.

"The 500 has more capabilities," Jay said slowly, looking over the various compartments in the arms and torso, most likely for storing soap, rags, and other cleaning items. "Zane has only a fraction."

"Correct," Cyrus grinned, and Zane's eyes started to spin yellow.

"What are you trying to say here, Mr. Borg?" Kai frowned, not quite sure where this is going. Cyrus looked to Jay, who was staring at the screen.

"Zane's... not a cleaning android?"

"Also correct."

"So what's it's actual purpose then?" Cole butt in, stomach curling in knots. "If it's not actually made to clean, why'd you give it to us?"

"You see, you three, we needed some sort of method to test our experimentations. So when you emailed, it was a prime opportunity."

"What experimentations?" Jay glared, feeling electricity crackling at his fingertips.

"Zane is our most developed AI yet. It can feel emotions like fear, love, pride, and all sorts of others. But what's the fun in developing a highly advanced AI if no one's around to test it blindly?"

"So you passed it onto us to test?"

"Exactly. A memory wipe and and a few false objectives later and you have yourself a fake cleaning android!"

The crew was silent, and Cole turned to look at the android, who was slightly behind him. Its eyes were a deep amber, staring off in the general direction of Cyrus, unblinking. The skin around its fingers and neck was receding.

"How do we make it normal again?" Jay forced himself to ask calmly, the bolts crackling down his spine. "Is there a normal it can return to?"

"Yes, there is," The inventor shrugged, and looked down at the android. "Floor 14, room 4b, code 6590."

Zane nodded absently before turning and walking to the elevator, the ninja scrambling behind it. The doors opened silently and they filed in, the atmosphere more tense than when they had arrived. Kai wanted to throw up from the nerves as he watched Zane's hands twitch from the stress clouding its vision. When they reached floor 14, Zane navigated easily, unlocking the correct door and entering swiftly. Inside was a man, hunched over and tinkering with a mass of gears and bolts, glasses askew. He looked up with a startled expression.

"Zane?" He asked in disbelief, and the ninja shared uneasy glances. "Oh my gosh, it is you!"

Zane was tugged forward to the center of the room, eyes pulsing the same deep color.

"Woah, woah, what's going on?" Cole followed, staying close behind the android. "You know Zane?"

However, the Earth Ninja was completely brushed aside, and the man pulled up documents on his tablet on the table.

"How have you been, my boy?"

"Your... boy?" Zane tilted its head, voice glitching on the upwards tilt of its words. The man's smile faded slightly, and just then he seemed to notice the stark red of the android's eyes. "Hey, hey, it's ok..."

The man took Zane's hands in his own, gently rubbing the plastic joints with his thumbs.

"You I don't like seeing you so stressed, son. It's alright."

Oddly enough, that seemed to calm the android down. Its eyes faded to a pale yellow, the synthetic skin barely resurfacing. It scanned the man steadily, brow furrowing.

"My systems seem to recognize you... but I am afraid I do not know you."

"Yeah, you definitely seem to know Zane," Jay remarked, mouth quirking. "Who are you, anyway?"

"My apologies, gentlemen. I'm afraid I got swept up in the excitement. My name is Dr. Julien, and I'm the one who originally created Zane."