Do Androids Dream of Oil Chocolate"Mr. Rancatore"
The lab door was practically slammed open by Peter's voice. While Peter had always been one to assert his presence with loud volume, everyone had grown accustomed to it. Lately, however, he’d developed a new quirk of physically barging through doors. Probably because androids lacked pain receptors, and the lab doors were usually unlocked for safety. At this rate, he’d start dismantling doors with his bare hands. Rancatore considered reminding him about proper door etiquette someday but kept working on his experiment as he replied:

就爱看三人组背着一个冤种谈恋爱黑暗。寂静。两个描述这方角落的最好词语。一片小小的夜晚。
人类不需要充电，所以这里是专属于仿生人的角落。而考虑到现在他是唯一正在启用的一台仿生人，说这里是独属于他的角落也不为过。好在他早已习惯自开机就与他形影不离的孤独，这是他注定所要背负的，一切都写在他的代号，他的名字里。
一号。
从无到有，也无同行的1。
如今他也不会再去刻意思考这份孤独，只是独自充电的时间实在是太过无趣漫长，而为了能够随时应对紧急情况他也不会让自己休眠待机，除了杂乱而无结果的思考他无处打发时间。
以至于他甚至开始数着自己的冷却液循环次数来解闷，一圈，两圈……在暧昧到几乎能称作潜意识的记忆里他总觉得自己在这种时候不会是孤身一人，原本应有一个人不厌其烦地每天陪伴在他身边，仿佛他们只剩下彼此，究竟是......