[ WP ] Someone realizes they are actually a robot living in a world of only humans after going its entire life believing it it is the only human living in a world of robots

From the very beginning, I had been told I was an experiment. A fragile, weighty experiment that would lead to much greater things. A brighter future. A recovery and a regression to a simpler, more lively time. 
 
 The world had become sterile. Those who inhabited it had taken its color and its lack of character. White surface, white clothes, no texture, no tone, no blemishes, no chaos. 
 
 And it was so. So. Boring. 
 
 Calliope was the name I'd been given. It was both my legal name and the name of the project I was the center of. 
 
 If I did n't know any better, I'd have thought they were making a joke. 
 
 I was made to be the opposite of all these people. Where they had failed to function on an emotional basis, I was there to be irrational and passionate. I was there to laugh at awkward situations and freak out at little details and to not accept defeat when all my options had been exhausted. 
 
 They watched me for the first twelve years of my life. It was like having electronic displays give me readouts of what I was to do on a day to day basis. Their words were colorless and blunt. 
 
 *Retire to your quarters. Wash your face and your hands. Brush and floss your teeth. * They would show me diagrams of what I was to do and reward me when I had properly initiated it. 
 
 And then... 
 
 *Read these pages: 113 through 523. Summarize the events. When finished, answer the questions prepared for you. These will be scored. * They would teach me many things. History, math, science, and of course language. I was tested to make sure I understood everything I was being fed. 
 
 And finally... 
 
 *Menstruation is the act of the human female body* -- - you get the picture. 
 
 The best parts of my day were when I was able to choose my own activities. I would pick apart the archives which they had given me free reign over; hundreds of years worth of art, movies, literature, and music were there just waiting for me to discover it. 
 
 They eventually stopped with their lessons and commands and instead primarily observed. 
 
 I wanted to create. I wanted to sing. I wanted to dance. And I did. It fascinated them. I was a puzzle they were trying to solve. 
 
 One night, I had an epiphany. I thought about all the scenarios I'd read about or watched where the world eventually deteriorates because of some deed that mankind has ultimately committed. 
 
 I thought about the ones where robots are the champions and humans no longer exist. The figures I have always known fit so closely to the old descriptions of robots that I begin to suspect that's indeed what they are. 
 
 Had robots inhabited the Earth after some mass destruction of humankind? Maybe I was some kind of attempt at restoring humanity. It made sense to me, in the moment at least. If humans had died out, machines and computers would live in a world only filled with order and tasks. For them to find a real meaning in their virtual lives, they would have needed flesh and blood to guide them. 
 
 Me. 
 
 For days after I studied them in return. I watched their stiff movements and their almost inhuman, unblinking stares. I realized I had never seen any of them eat. Did robots eat? No. 
 
 I'd never seen one of them take a trip to the restroom. Robots ca n't crap out what they're not eating. 
 
 These people always seem to have an answer for the smallest questions. They're almost too helpful or eager to please. 
 
 Robots. They were all definitely robots. 
 
 I carried that little discovery in the back of my mind. I took pride in knowing that all these robots had been catering to me my entire life. I was some kind of glorified pet project to them. They did n't seem to have any kind of unduly exterior motives. They just wanted to watch me. 
 
 It did n't bother me. 
 
 Until one day, they brought me into a room to sit before a large audience. The figures before me, the robots, all sat, staring with unchanging expressions. 
 
 I stood, feeling exposed. I did n't like it. 
 
 I had built up this grandiose scenario in my mind, one where I stepped out into the open world and all of the robots would bow to me, for I was here and I had blood flowing through my veins and a heart beating in my chest. 
 
 Instead, I wanted nothing more than to scream. And so I did. Everything got quiet. They all stopped their monotone speech. 
 
 I felt a bead of sweat roll down the side of my temple. 
 
 One of the things in the crowd raised themselves from their seat and stood motionless for a moment. 
 
 It them did something I had not seen commonly on the robot's faces. It smiled. 
 
 `` We have done it.'' It was very particular in its choice of words and its cadence was matter-of-fact. 
 
 I warmed slightly and began to mimic his smile with one of my own. My nerves began to calm. 
 
 `` We have achieved what we had not thought possible.'' 
 
 Yes. I was right. Here it was. The big pay off. I was going to be a goddess. 
 
 `` We have created a machine that will lead our generations to come back to a righteous path.'' 
 
... 
 
 What? 
 
 `` A machine that will feel pain, love, happiness, and fear.'' 
 
 No. 
 
 `` A machine that is more human than we are.'' 
 
 *NoNOnononoNOnono. * 
 
 `` A machine that has become the greatest achievement in our lifetime.'' 
 
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