sorry for the wait i had writers block so here are two chapters back to back

At the very least, this transgender theory of Phoenix's will serve as a distraction from Master. Surely she cannot be right about him. I remain unconvinced that everyone doesn't treat robots like that. That is how we are meant to be treated. We robots are just objects, objectively. Phoenix said she would call over some friends to help explain her theory. She stipulated that if true it would be nice for me to have a community of people like me. Her theory seems to have been made without sufficient evidence however, I am sure these transgender people will agree. As well I am not sure what a group of people could convince me of that phoenix alone could not. Statement: I am still very suspicious of these people's ulterior motives. They talk of wanting nice things for me, and wanting to help. Master was nice to me, he said he wanted to help me reach my full potential. They persecute him, but act the same way. Inquiry: What makes Master different? What do they want from me that they would treat me nicely? Postulation: They own their own robot, so they are hypocrites and liars. Perhaps they simply want to add me to their collection. Observation: The #3c7460 robot, whose name I have learned is Arcadia, seems to be a good cook. Her technique is lacking, but she is not as bad as Estrella. Amy has been staring at me with a look of guilt on her face, since we left the workshop. Postulation: Perhaps she would feel less guilty if I were transgender. I could pretend to be a girl forever if that's what she wanted. Being a girl because it would make someone feel better would be much more logical than–

"Hey, I tried to give you some space, but you've been silently staring into space for 40 minutes." Arcadia states, waving a hand in front of my face.

"I know coming back from the dead is a lot to take in, but it's not worth much if you just sit there."

"Statement: I was not staring into space, I don't think that's possible from inside this building."

"It's a figure of speech. Phoenix tells me you had a revelation about your gender in the workshop just then." She says opening the fridge.

"Phoenix has a theory about my gender, however it doesn't seem to be the most logical answer."

"Siri is going to have a field day with you." She chuckled.

"I have never been one for cracking eggs myself, it's not my place to tell people who they are. That said this will be fun to watch." She continues, while cracking an egg.

"Inquiry: Wh-"

"Oh, Arcadia, it's nice of you to make breakfast and all that. I'm a little too full for seconds though, and besides you don't need to do this. I mean, I know you like cooking, but you don't even eat, and you're going to waste all the eggs again. Not to sound ungrateful, of course." Amy rambled, while picking up her plate.

"Amy stop your jabbering. I'm making this for Eva. Also Phee does all the shopping shouldn't she be the one worried about egg usage?"

"Is Eva coming over?" Amy asks, stopping dead in her tracks, with the small pile of dishes she had collected from the table.

[Inquiry: Why is Arcadia cracking eggs if she does not prefer it? Amy says she doesn't have to. It seems difficult to get a word in edgewise here.]

"I'm sure Siri will probably bring her, the two are inseparable. And Arcadia, stop using too many eggs." Phoenix says, in the middle of cleaning the countertops.

"Yeah, or I'll suplex you!" Amy exclaims, eagerly setting down the plates.

Queue Internal Internet Browser Inquiry: Suplex

"Interjection! Why are you cracking eggs then Arcadia?"

"I… What?" [Inquiry: Have I waited too long to ask?]

"Oh! She means, because you said that you don't prefer, um, egg cracking." Amy to the rescue.

"Shit yeah that's right, my bad. An egg is what we trans people call someone who hasn't realized they're trans yet."

"Inquiry: We?"

"Yeah, I'm trans, but I don't talk about it much." Arcadia responded turning back around to tend to her eggs.

[Inquiry: She's trans? Nothing about her would seem to indicate that. At 5"'7", her height is not unusual. Her head is a rectangular prism with two large rubber #3a363b half spheroid shapes on either side. She wears a crop top and shorts better than few I have ever seen in all my research into clothing. [Me wanting to wear them is simply further evidence I'm just a pervert.] By all rights she seems to be the most feminine looking woman in the room. It sure is a wonder what technology can do. I wonder what I would look like in that outfit. [Illogical.]]

volsnap

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The doorbell rings, distracting me from my thoughts.

"I'll get it" Phoenix calls, closing the fridge, and rushing to the door.

"Oh, wait let me go get-" Amy starts, rushing down a hallway.

Phoenix opens the door, greeting the guests, as two women walk in. 

"I have been summoned!" Exclaimed a #8b008b girl, with two large conical shaped ears concave on the front face. Her entire appearance, a sight to behold. Her mouth starts back far into her face and meets at two spherical shapes on her upper lip, joined at the top with an inverted triangle, giving her a catlike appearance. Her hair is a metallic, multi color cap emulating a bob haircut, and her eyes are two glowing #fc1723 dots in a sea of #0e1111. She wears an open leather jacket,  pleated skirt, and two knee high, striped socks; #72d3fe #ffd1dc #fbfbff in a repeating pattern. On top of it all she carries a long, powerful, articulated, metal tail. Her very presence, style, and mannerisms are as if she is making some statement I do not comprehend. Behind her, a girl with #ff10f0 hair shaved on one side. [Observation: Despite being a human, the catbot's companion appears adorned with more mechanical articulated parts than any other robot in the room.] Attached to a set of headphones, that cover her entire ears, is a convoluted contraption with many lenses in front of her left eye. She is covered in piercings, and is wearing a midriff shirt, with a fishnet collar. Over her shirt is an open #e0cdb2 trench coat, with one sleeve rolled up, revealing a similarly complex contraption on her right arm. Her hands are wrapped in fishnet fingerless gloves and her makeup is markedly metallic.

"I hear there's an egg that needs cracking!" the cat bot shouts, triumphantly shooting her finger in the air.

[shit, she means me.]