Her first few hours were something of a blur to her as her mechanical mind was working fast and efficiently now. She was grasping concepts at a rapidly fast pace including walking a little. However, most of her attention wasn't drawn to what she could see and make out now, but rather what she couldn't see.

The lady had walked away and opened, what her mind identified as, a door. Through it, she could see another room. It turns out that the room she woke up in, get this, wasn't the only room! She wished she could leave where she had woken up and look around, however, the lady didn't seem to want that. Which was something that she couldn't understand, if the lady didn't want her to explore and see things why did she just spend an hour teaching her how to walk?

Granted it kinda hurt to move around and she wasn't very good at it, but still. What was the point of teaching her how to walk and move from place to place if she wasn't allowed to move from place to place? She let out a huff and crossed her arms. She looked over at the lady, who was now sitting behind another screen and typing away and shot her a pout. The woman's response was to laugh.

This was another sound that she realized she was starting to like quite a bit. Still, watching the woman type and do anything but pay attention to her was starting to get boring. She could cry again and have the lady come over to rub her head and talk nicely to her, but she didn't feel like it. She wasn't sad or scared, and couldn't bring herself to cry. There was no need to really, although she was somewhat bored she was very excited about the world around her.

When she woke up, she was scared and overwhelmed but after having everything settled down, she found herself quite happy. Everything was so strange and new, why wouldn't she want to go around and touch everything. But nooo, the lady wouldn't let her and she found a new emotion growing in her chest. It made her huff more and squirm on the table she was sitting on.

The lady looked up from her screen at her, but she didn't care. She turned away from the lady with a huff. Stupid room, stupid rules. If the lady wasn't gonna pay attention to her or let her explore then she wasn't going to pay any attention to the lady. Or the room for that matter she closed her eyes, she wasn't going to let it have her eyes looking at it. It didn't deserve it.

She could hear the sound of footsteps from the other side of the room and listened to the woman move around. The footsteps grew closer to her, and she could tell the lady was now standing behind her. She still didn't look at the woman though, she was already too stubborn for her own good.

"XJ9."

The lady's word was the first understandable thing that she could make out. It was just so...familiar to her. Where was that word from? What was important about it? The gears span around in her head trying to connect the dots, and it did. The answer popped into her mind and she opened her eyes wide in realization. XJ9, XJ9 was her name. She had a name.

"XJ9."

Despite wanting to look back over at the lady who was saying her name ever so nicely, she didn't. She closed her eyes again and refused to look. She wasn't gonna look at her. Yeah, no matter what happened she wasn't gonna. No siree- A loud squeak filled the air and turned around so fast that she almost fell off the table.

The lady was holding something in her hands. It was a strange-looking creature that was yellow and when the lady squeezed it a loud squeak was heard. Her eyes were as wind as dinner plates as her eyes scanned over it and her mind raced to figure out what it was. Eventually, the animal's name popped into her head. The word duck came to her and her mind was starting to race with whatever facts it could find on the internet about ducks.

There wasn't any time for that! She didn't want to read all the words that her mind was bringing up. Why read up on the duck when there was one right in front of her. The woman held the duck out to her and she cautiously reached out to take from her hands. She noticed that the lady's hands were warm while the duck was cold, and now that she thought about it her hands were cold.

Part of her wanted to think about how her hands and body were so similar to the lady, yet she was cold like the duck. That train of thought was immediately lost though when she held the duck in her hands and made it squeak. As her eyes scanned over it, her mind raced and identified it as a rubber duck. A rubber duck is a toy shaped like a stylized duck and is commonly the color yellow.

She didn't care whether the duck was rubbery or not, all that mattered was that she had the toy and it could squeak. The squeaking quickly filled the room as she rapidly squeezed the toy again and again. She lost track of time or any other thoughts that didn't relate to the hypnotizing toy. She could've kept playing with it forever, but was snapped out of ducky daze by the lady's voice.

"XJ9."

The woman's voice was stern this time and she suddenly realized that the lady had been talking to her. She didn't know how long the lady had been saying her name, but it was obviously too long. She didn't look too happy with her, and she had crossed her own arms. A sinking feeling built up in her chest as she looked at the lady. She hadn't done anything to deserve the mean look, right?

The woman uncrossed her arms and let out a breath as she reached towards her. She watched the lady's hand and the world started to slow down. It took her a second to realize that she was reaching not to pet her head but for her duck. The sinking feeling grew worse, and her eyes felt strange. The lady was going to take her duckie away, away. Take it away forever! She knew what the feeling was and didn't try to stop it, even though she didn't know how it.

Tears rolled down her face and she started sobbing once more. The woman's hand stopped at where it was at, and she looked startled at the sudden outburst. XJ9 didn't notice, she was too busy crying her eyes out. She waited for the hand to take her duck away and leave her feeling bored once more, it didn't happen. The bad hand instead gently rubbed her head and the voice lost its stern tone. It was nice and soft like how it was when she woke up.

Her sobs turned to sniffles, but she kept a tight grip on her toy. The lady must've noticed it because when she moved her hand away she didn't reach for the duck again. She patted her head one last time, before walking back over to a computer and typing away. She mumbled something, and the only word she recognized was her name XJ9.

XJ9 watched the lady for a minute before slowly looking down at her duck. Thinking to herself, she realized that there was a reason the woman was comforting to her. She hadn't met the lady before, but some part of her mind pulled up a picture of her and had information on her. The woman's name was the first thing listed, and it made sense to her. If she had a name then surely the lady had one too. She looked back at the woman as the name echoed in her head, Noreen Wakeman. Noreen Wakeman was an awfully long name compared to hers. Surely there was something else she could call the lady. Oh well, that was a thought for later, she squeezed the duck in her hands and listen to it squeak. She had more important things to do, the duck wasn't going to make the funny sound if she didn't help it.

Author's Note- Hey guys, I'm sorry this took so long to update. Things have been a little chaotic in my life, but hopefully, soon I'll be able to get this on a regular update schedule. Anyway, thanks for reading!