3 Situation

Helena got out of the room, followed by her great automated personal butler, Aloïs. Fortunately for her, she had no idea of what was going on in the android head : 

[Requesting mission completion : follow owner to specific location

Mission Status : in progress

Personal Status : moving

Core : error in synchronization

WARNING : STRAYING AWAY FROM OWNER IS NOT ALLOWED ] 

[Requesting mission completion : follow owner to specific location. WARNING : STRAYING AWAY FROM OWNER IS NOT ALLOWED ]

 [Requesting mission completion : follow owner t...

'STOP SPAMMING MEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!'

Aloïs was actually trying to do just that : straying away from that damn woman's place and start his personal agenda. Sadly, he had discovered that even though he could move around, getting to far from the designed "perimeter" was actually impossible right now : command lines were covering his entire visual field as soon as he was trying to follow his own direction and any movement became incredibly hard to do.

Oblivious to this crisis, Helena was simply walking to her living room thinking about what to try with that new droid of her. She was going to test his manual skills, decision making, visual recognition and a few other capacities that needed appraisal.

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After what seemed like an eternity for one and only around an hour for the other :

'This is hell. It has to be. If not how is that even supposed to be living ?'

Aloïs was finally getting just how much of a pickle he was in. He could move but only if he was following command given by the girl. Any phrase he was trying to say was doomed to be turned into command lines and pre-programmed option or simply never turn into sound. He had some kind of leeway in how he was doing his stuff but anything too far from the set goal was doomed to fail. He was going to have to actually work with this small margin to get what he wanted to do to happen… and that meant that he has to basically find a way to get that girl to give the right order for him to have as much leeway as possible and (if there was ever a god to get that done, now was the freaking time for him to listen) to give him autonomy on his move. Freedom was probably to much to hope for now but he was desperate for a way to get information on who had made him go into a soul crystal core installed in an android that had been delivered to the daughter of the Rosewood company. This kind of development was crazy ! Adding to this that he was unable to remember enough on his previous living body and himself to not even remember his name… did he had some kind of enemy somewhere ? Was this planned ? Did he have a crazy awesome past before now ? Or was he just a random dude passing by that got freaking unlucky ?

'I'll have also to find out if having someone twinkle with my program is possible : maybe there is a way to let me decide of my own action ?'

There was also that weird note at the end of his statut : "Core : error in synchronization". He had a feeling that maybe that was why he wasn't a totally mindless robot. He had a dilemma. At this point, having someone check him for twinkle with his program wasn't so good if that meant someone finding out that his core had an anomaly… but maaaaaaaan… freedom would be so great if he could attain it !

Helena was still looking at him, seemingly lost in thoughts. He was sadly on standby in the mean time. 

"All right ! I guess you will do for that !, she said gingerly"

'...will do for what exactly ?'

Aloïs really hoped that her determination wasn't about making him do stupid or weird stuff. But who knows what a girl could be thinking about ?

[New mission acquired : protect your owner from assassination attempt]

[New mission acquired : Spy the staff member of the Rosewood family]

'…'

Whelp. That was kind of reassuring. He wouldn't be required to sacrifice himself for her, right ? Who in his right mind would sacrifice himself for a random girl ?! Alright, not a random girl, a rich noble girl, but damn ! He wasn't prince charming and even less some bearded dude with a thorny crown ready to let himself be crucified ! He was not willing to get himself killed for someone (okay, at this point "destroyed" was more accurate). He'll have to work hard if he had to spot assassin before they were to be ready for the killing blow… 'Damn it, girl ! Couldn't you come with something less risky to ask ?, he thoughts.' On a brighter side this was giving him some hopes about having better autonomy. Then, bodyguard duty it is !

"Mission acknowledged. As you wish, miss."

He couldn't say all he wanted but surprisingly, the last part of his thinking actually went through. He did want to say "as you wish, miss" but he wasn't hoping for his carcass to actually let it pass. 

'A lucky moment, I guess…'

As he was thinking about that unexpected answer, Helena was surprised and pleased by this new toy her father had brought home. It wasn't the prettiest, but it did clearly had lot of good functions. She went outside the hall, followed by her new bodyguard, oblivious to that true purpose of his :

"I need new accessories for tomorrow afternoon tea… I don't want to look outdated with this new old-fashioned android around"

Helena was back to her usual concerns : she needed to be a perfect image of elegance and sophistication in front of her guests that frequently came to the sunday tea party that her father had organised for her to learn how to be a true lady. She wasn't really fond of it, for it took a lot of time to prepare, even with the help of the servant and android available. She had to be perfect in look, manners, center of interest, pretty much everything people could hope to see in her. She wasn't even sure that it would by useful to her to learn all that ! But it was her father expectations, so she wanted to oblige for his sake.

'I wonder what she's thinking about to have such a complicated look on her face…'

Aloïs in the mean time had no idea of all those struggle of her. Anyway he had his own lot of problem. Like having to follow that girl out of the mansion without getting a pop-up everytime he was to far from her since she had asked him to follow.