"That... wasn't how I thought it was going to be," he admitted, studying his hands. His fingers laced together. "Life was supposed to go differently, I thought. But I always... feel as if I'm lacking. That I don't understand what I should."

He fell quiet, still looking at his hands. How did he put this...? Because design did play a part. A living robot might not understand. They were different than he was.

"I think... design has something to do with this. I know there are those who care, but..." His shoulders shrugged. "Your kind. They don't have prototypes. Do they?" he asked, quietly.