"Come on, droid, try the move again," the trainer ordered, standing to the side with her arms crossed.466Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4FBoYco8ty
"Nina, how many times do I have to tell you to call me January?"466Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOcAUUxDbVL
"As many times as I have to tell you to call me Agent Cusick, not Nina," her trainer replied. "Now, do the kick again." 466Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrWDKOWyDSw
January grinned. "You're just mad because I was able to hack into your profile." 466Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjOfMWcUe5T
"The kick," Agent Cusick repeated. 466Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCMIWxyth5R
January rolled her eyes and kicked the punching bag with perfect form. 466Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6dyyyoH0VX
They heard clapping coming from the door of the training room and turned to look. Dr. Harris was standing in the doorway, smiling. "Very good," he said with a nod. "It was okay," Agent Cusick corrected. "she's still stiff." "Well, what do you expect from a girl made of metal?" January asked with a smirk. "You know what I mean. Keep practicing," Cusick said as she walked toward the door, nodding to the scientist to go out into the hall. "You programmed that robot with too much sarcasm, Harris," she said as she shut the door. He grinned and shook his head. "I dont know where she got that from." She sighed. "I guess it doesn't matter. So, why are you here?" "The director wants to know if she's ready for a mission," he explained. Agent Cusick shook her head. "You've programmed a lot of moves into her head, but she can't really learn them. Until she can, she won't be fit for a real mission." "I don't think he wants to wait," he said. "I'll tallk to him about it," she promised. Dr. Harris sighed and nodded. "Alright. Good luck." She smiled and went back into the training room. "Okay, Jan, you're done for today. you can go." "Cool, Thanks." she started to walk out, taking her dark hair of its ponytail. "Not a fan of nicknames, though." Agent Cusick started to reply, but January was already gone. January made her way through the winding halls of the building toward her room. Some of the agents in the hall stared at her, but she didn't mind. She actually liked the attention. She knew everyone was probably waiting for her to malfunction–no robot should be that human. Sometimes she stared back as if to say, "Yes, I am this impressive. Deal with it." But usually, she just ignored them. Whatever they thought about her–whether they were scared or impressed–didn't affect her. She knew what she was capable of and she didn't need anyone to tell her what they thought she would do with all of her intelligence and strength. As she got closer to the section of the building where the dorms were located, there were fewer people in the hall. She went into her room and looked around to see if anything had been disturbed. She did this whenever she entered a room–an automatic scan to to check for danger. January walked up to her dresser and looked down at the emotion cartridges lying there. She always took them out when she trained to avoid distractions. She thought it to be incredibly convenient, but most people found it disturbing that she could literally shut off all of her emotions. She opened the compartment in her left forearm and started to slide the cartridges into place. Many times she had tried to describe the feeling of removeing and replacing her emotions, but her explanation always fell a little short, and a simple human brain couldn't comprehend it. The way she saw it, no one needed to understand her anyway. She liked being complex. She finished inserting the cartridges and looked up at the mirror. Specifically at her mismatched eyes, which she still wasn't used to. She had been built with two brown eyes, but the camera in her left eye had been updated about a month ago, and she had insisted on it being changed to blue. Not for any real reason, she just wanted to be different. As if being made of metal didn't make her different enough. 466Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAoycNlZVGQ
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