Blake didn't know what to expect when the android made its way to him. His movements were a little klunky, but smoother than he could have ever thought possible for something he had build with his own hands. True, he had improvised and bought some parts, but no one expect for his books helped him assemble the robot. So as the robot spoke simply to him, he couldn't help the blossoming feeling of pride from spreading through him, a wide grin starting to form. 

It felt so, so, so good to hear someone else's voice, even though it belonged to someone who had died decades ago. That was how android were given their voices- from voice samples collected from people, and then manufactured after that person had died. The voice base of a single person could be edited to produce hundreds of distinctive voices. Celebrity voice bases could sell for a lot, or they used to, at least. He wasn't really sure of the details on how the technology worked, exactly. 

"Yeah, there's tons more!" Blake responded enthusiastically. So what if the other boys body was made of gears and wires and poly synthetic imitation substances? Even if he wasn't human, he wouldn't have to be alone! At least, not in the traditional sense! And in this day and age, it was cheaper to craft a companion than to buy a cat or dog or even a fish. Actually, the fish might be an equivalent price. 

Taking the other's hand from his cheek, he smiled slowly and led him to the window. "Okay, see that?" He asked,pointing to an ivy-grown stone building, "That's a house. It's where people live. We're in one right now." He informed happily,though his tone was laced with caution. When he was younger, he had once asked a robot if it was hungry. It said no, but Blake would never forget the look that had manifested in the other's eyes.