Olive's eyes searched over the doll in front of her as his keeper, 'Melody', according to her name tag, introduced him. Isaac. A biblical name. “He's a standard make. His body is a year old, and he was activated three days ago.” Olive absorbed the information, marveling at the science behind it all. Only a year old; and yet here stood a full grown man. Magical.. and yet, science could breathe life into inanimate objects and do nothing to save her own. A flicker of sadness washed over her hues as she watched Melody gently nudge her project. "Why me," he all but blurted, causing a small, knowing smile to settle on Olive's lips. She had asked herself that question countless times when she was diagnosed with cancer. It didn't seem like such a hard question to answer, and yet no one seemed to have one.
“Because if you think I’m going to be a complacent little servant you’d be best suited elsewhere.” He wasn't rude about it, but his face was stern. Olive smiled a little more, reminded of a three-year-old. So young, and so ready to take on the world. “Isaac, you will behave,” Melody hissed, and then added to Olive, "He’s not usually like this; he’s just a bit restless today.” Olive glanced between the two of them, "Would it be alright if I had a moment alone with you?" Her blue orbs looked onto Isaac, ignoring his keeper. Trusting that he would either ask Melody to leave, or that Melody would realize she was being dismissed, Olive turned and took a seat on the long couch beside the large windows.
After Melody had excused herself Olive gently touched the empty seat beside her. "Sit with me?" She turned her attention to the male doll, examining him carefully as he moved and reacted. Obviously there was some sort of thought process going on behind those hues of his, as she had witnessed earlier with Melody in the room. "My name is Olive. I'm sure they already told you that," she began, ignoring his question and statement for now. "Have they told you why I'm here? No? Well. We'll get back to that, then. In regard to your question... Why you?" A smile toyed with her lips again, a kind, tired smile. "I'll be honest with you, Isaac, I've never had a doll before so you'll have to learn with me I suppose. Are you not suppose to try and win me over? Not the other way around?"
There was a small twinkle in her eye, something hidden and playing behind the walls of her blue depths. "Truth is, I've chosen you at random, because I believe in fate. As to being a... how did you put it? 'Complacent little servant'? Well, I'll have you know I am capable of driving through McDonalds myself." Her smile bloomed into a grin as she added, "I'm not dead just yet." Her smile slowly melted away, as she added, "Of course, that is to say, that once I am... everything I own will go to you. It's not a small responsibility. I have a flower shop, and a bakery, and I will expect you to be able to run both of them before I leave. I'm afraid that there isn't much time for me to teach you everything you'll need to know.."
She trailed off, beginning to look very sad. "I chose you, Isaac, because I saw in you something that I don't see in the, how did she put it? 'Standard make' dolls. Believe me, I've seen plenty of them, and I'm not interested. Of course, I did choose you at random so for all I know you could be just as dreadfully boring and brainless... Tell me, Isaac.. are you boring and brainless?" The smile that had once again found it's way onto her features suggested she already knew the answer.