[Socializing is hard when you have no face and you can't speak like a person would. How in the world did Asimov's robots do it? We just don't know. Lu Li is quickly becoming comfortable in Eraserhead's presence - strange as his name and job may be. He hasn't shown any suspicion or discomfort around her, which would have made her antsy.
That's why she puts a hand over her chest, head dipping as if trying to convey a polite air. She knows her voice can't convey her emotions properly.]
MY NAME IS LU LI. I USED TO BE AN ARTIST.
[Her eye quickly shutters, akin to a blink.]
I USED TO BE. HUMAN. I'M SORRY. I'M NO ONE SPECIAL.
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That's why she puts a hand over her chest, head dipping as if trying to convey a polite air. She knows her voice can't convey her emotions properly.]
MY NAME IS LU LI. I USED TO BE AN ARTIST.
[Her eye quickly shutters, akin to a blink.]
I USED TO BE. HUMAN. I'M SORRY. I'M NO ONE SPECIAL.