"I am too," she said simply. "I'm...not supposed to be this way. It's a glitch in my programing, something...wrong or off when I was made. My creator, well, he almost put me down. I guess he had pity." She was looking down at the table, but she squeezed his hand in return, taking comfort in the small gesture.
"You were my first friend here. I wanted you to know. You deserved to know. That I'm not..." she hesitated on the word, the one that had caused her so much pain on so many occasions, but never so much as in those first few moments of existence, "...alive."