I blinked rapidly in the bright lights beating themselves down on my eyes. Several lamps shone their light onto my body, which had several wires sticking out in various places. I blinked again, and my eyes focused in on the bigger picture, the lab. Several dozen scientists in long, white lab coats were humming busily about the huge room, and about six or so were working in my general vicinity, whether fretting around me specifically, or on one of the many computers that were connected to the other end of my wires.

"Ah! She's awake! Connie, can you hear me?" asked Doctor Verena Shelby, running over with a clipboard, pen, and an urgent expression on her face. I looked at her strangely for a moment. I'd never met this woman before, so how did I know her name? The answer came whirring into my brain.

"My audio receptors are functioning normally," I said. She smiled and began hurriedly taking notes.

"Voice box is working, too! That's very good!" she said, scribbling even more furiously than before. "Can you sit up for me please?"

I did as I was told, just as I was programmed to. For the moment, that was all I knew. Only the things I was programmed to think, to know. Which was quite a bit, actually.

"Good! Now, can you wiggle your fingers please?" the young scientist instructed, drawing her dark brown hair away from her lighter eyes with the stroke of a finger. I did so.

"Motor control is functioning normally. Now to test the information link. What was the date of birth of the seventh president of the United States of America and what was his name?"

"March 15, 1767. Andrew Jackson," I replied instantly, the information coming instantly to the front of my neural circuits before disappearing, as it was currently unnecessary information, and drifting back into the main network, where it could be called upon when needed again.

Doctor Shelby continued to quiz me on random facts, although I don't know why she bothered. They had, after all, uploaded the entire internet, including military files on practically every human alive or dead, and millions upon millions of books, diaries, and essays into my circuitry. Once she was satisfied that I had retained the information I'd been given, the physical began.

Doctor Gregory Martin, another of the scientists, took out a small instrument I immediately recognized as a small hammer. He tapped gently on my knees, and they jerked upwards involuntarily. I frowned. Was I malfunctioning? The scientist laughed at my expression.

"Don't worry, Connie. That's what's supposed to happen. We had to make sure you would have the same reflexes as humans. It's all for the sake of data," he told me. I nodded. I knew the plan, as they had uploaded it into me, and I could see now why having human reflexes might be a good idea. After all, my mission was to find what the most helpful evolutions to the human race would be so that the scientists here could rewrite the genetic code and give humans longer life spans.

After shining a light into my eyes and looking into my ears, Doctor Martin took a few notes and chuckled to himself.

"You really are just like a human. Even a trained doctor probably wouldn't be able to tell the difference! And if you get x-rayed or anything, you'll be able to send out an interfering signal to make everything look normal! Not that you'll need it, huh?" he said, indicating for me to follow him to a large machine.

"This is the UR. That's Universal Reciever. It'll pick up signals from you every time you integrate a new modification into you IAR system, no matter where you happen to be, as long as you're on Earth. Well, we might be able to pick up signals if you went to the moon, but for now, at least, please try to stay on Earth, all right?" he asked.

"I will do as programmed," I replied. He smiled.

"I wonder what you'll be like when you start learning things other than what's in your programming. Can't wait to see what your personality will be like!" he exclaimed. He handed me back off to Doctor Shelby, who led me to a small room just off the main lab. It was full of clothes, mostly, although there was also a hairbrush, toothbrush, toothpaste, and other various items commonly used in a human's everyday life. Doctor Shelby handed me a large suitcase and a duffel bag, both a deep green color.

"Why don't you pack? You head out tomorrow!" she said, and left me alone. A hundred different scenarios flashed through my mind, and I immediately found the clothes that would best suit the situation. Winter clothes, elbow pads, jeans, t-shirts. Whatever I thought would be necessary. After only a few minutes, I had assembled the necessities of the life I would be starting the next day. I recalculated to allow for slight errors, and decided on a few more garments, just in case.

When I was done, I packed everything into the bags neatly, and it fit exactly. I zipped the suitcase and duffel before selecting another outfit to change into for the rest of the day. I ended up choosing some denim Capri pants, a dark shade of blue, a contrastingly bright yellow long-sleeved shirt, and a long brown sweater vest over the top.

I put the duffel bag over my shoulder, then grabbed the handle of the suitcase and carried it out of the room effortlessly, my robotic limbs taking no notice of the weight. Doctor Shelby greeted me back over in the area around my birthplace, then gave me directions to my temporary room, which I would use only tonight while the scientists finished sorting out my lodging arrangement in whatever town I was being sent to.

Based on the data that had been uploaded into my neural networking, I knew that I wasn't the only android being sent out to gather data. There were at least nine others, although others were likely being built as I sat there, thinking, all being sent to small, everyday towns all over the United States. I was being sent to a small town in Illinois called Macomb. It had a population of around 20,000, and a university.

I also knew that I wouldn't need to charge, which was a plus. I didn't like the idea of having to plug myself in. I sat on the bed I'd been assigned for the night, and shut down my basic systems, not bothering to change into nighttime clothes. Tomorrow was going to be the beginning of an adventure, and I couldn't wait!