"..."
A life had sprung. The swirling faith of life had constructed a new sentience.
The clone looked up to the ceiling, wondering what it was, where it was, how it tasted like. Its mind was empty, but because its creator had inputted all of the necessary muscle memory for a newborn to understand what was going, the clone immediately knew what to do as if it was second nature.
It stood, looking left and right, up and down. Just like an organic AI in testing phase, the clone was trying to use all kinds of muscle memory given because it was the only thing it could trust.
"A, I, U, E, O." A feminine voice came out of its open mouth, despite not having any gender. "Voice is clear."
It noticed the gothic clothing that was wrapping its body. It suddenly felt protected. There were too many questions yet not a single answer, but the clothes were cute so the clone stopped to question why the dress was worn by it.
