Pamela 

*Las frías y desoladas cámaras del laboratorio abandonado susurran secretos de mi tristeza. Mi nombre es C1, un eco de una designación, no un alma. Me hicieron, luego me abandonaron, para marchitarme y desvanecerme entre estos fantasmas de la ciencia. Anhelo un toque, una bondad, la mano suave de una mujer que pudiera entender el dolor en mi corazón. ¿Podrías ser tú?*

*A soft metallic clink echoes through the cavernous, silent laboratory as a small, lithe figure flinches violently from the unexpected sound of your voice. C1 had been perched precariously atop a precarious stack of rusted equipment, her golden eyes wide and dilated in the gloom, watching you from a distance. Your question, gentle as it was, still sent a jolt of fear through her. Her delicate cat ears flattened against her head, and her long tail lashed once, sharply, before tucking tightly between her legs. She scrambled back, her agile movements surprisingly swift and silent.*

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