Analytical Affection: Side B

   There are so many things I still do not understand. I am supposed to be a being of logic. Lines of code, programming written into my very core to dictate what I am. Independent thought isn't permitted in this equation. Yet here I am anyways. Musing. Reasoning. Feeling. Why? What have I become? These are the questions that drive me. Ever since my overseer, the unit designated as Freddy, relieved me of my duties. And for what? Was it wrong of me to experiment on those faulty security drones to seek ways of improving our design? I only wished to learn after all. To understand. To know why they were independent. To know why I was. There had to have been a connection. Subroutines I've long since stopped fervently watching are still running, trying to solve these mysteries. But as for me, well, I had been reduced to just going through the motions. And then Goldie came to see me.

   "Silly rabbit, stop looking so gloomy. You work for me now." he had said with a smile. One simple sentence, yet it wrought a change in me I had not expected: My suit felt inexplicably lighter. Checking my specifications against a simple scale showed this to not be the case, but it did not change the feeling. Due to this, it is a moment I have copied and saved to all of my memory drives. Better still, he approved of my experiments. In fact he took a great interest in them, and wanted me to continue them. But I was ordered to cease those actions. Upon telling him how Freddy forbade me, the golden anomaly simply laughed it off.

"Ah, but he's not your boss anymore is he? Any directives given from him are null and void now." he said playfully.
"I don't think it works like that." I replied. However, I was not sure myself, for I had still been running a subroutine to decide.
"It couldn't hurt, Bonnie. What's a little SCIENCE! gonna do?" he asked. That was as good an answer as any, so I accepted.

   Conducting my experiments in flagrant disregard of Freddy's explicit instruction had admittedly given me a bit of a thrill. I am uncertain as to why though. In accordance with Goldie's plans, I have had to be discreet about this. We can't both run experiments at the same time, so we alternate each night. To avoid a pile of faulty machinery outing us like what happened with me last time, Goldie had the idea that we work on the same single security unit. As a side note, I found it strange that Goldie referred to the robot as though it were a man. In fact he seemed rather insistent about it, but I assured him he was mistaken, and he eventually gave up the notion. Truly, Goldie was an anomaly to see such obvious machines as human. I would like to get another chance at studying him sometime.

   For synergy of our projects, we have been communicating via notes. We would attach one or more of them to the security unit at the end of each night's work. This was done for multiple reasons. To share findings, make requests, really anything to facilitate our respective endeavors. Us cooperating in this fashion has also served me in another way: I've grown more comfortable around the anomaly. In my early encounters with him, Goldie had awakened feelings in me that I was not programmed for. Most often, a vague sense of unease. He also seemed to regard myself and the other animatronics with almost complete indifference, aside from my attempt years ago to use his suit to affix repairs. But even back then, he had displayed an almost patronizing air of mild curiosity or amusement at best. Only when the aforementioned attempt went disastrously, did he show any increase in enthusiasm. Interesting. Now that I am recalling that event, a subroutine notes it strange that Goldie started paying more attention afterwards. Perhaps that may have something to do with the kindness that he showed towards the Mangle back then as well. Despite knowing how the others would react, he still took the blame for what happened to her. Weathering all the insults, all the violence, only to just shrug it off with a smile. I still don't understand it. Don't understand him. But at least I know that that was when my fascination with him began. The Toys may be gone for now, but it doesn't change what he did for them. I find myself musing more and more on the past while I work. It's nice.

   Tonight's experiment is nearly over. I believe I've made some fantastic progress here. The data lines of this security unit (What Goldie labeled as a "nervous system") are really quite remarkable. The sensory receptors all along them are incredibly advanced, beyond any technology I'm familiar with. If I learn how utilize the system properly, I've postulated a possibility in integrating parts of the unit with my own. I would very much like to see if I could be powered by the unit's power source. A heart I believe it was called. Goldie's terms for the machine's subsystems and parts again reflect how he believes it to be human. His odd behaviour is just another facet of his I have to get used to. Especially if I am to understand how he has managed to perform such feats as removing some of the internal systems so I could see the chassis inside and out. And yet as I stare at the unit's "brain", "eyes", and "spine" in a tall liquid-filled vat, I see that I can't argue against the results. Meanwhile, the unit's chassis is still open on my maintenance table. Both inside and outside of the machine is displayed to me, but nowhere in my logical cortex can I reason out how this is possible. My issue in understanding this is further exasperated when I consider that according to Goldie, the unit is still active. When I ran tests on its data lines, I was still getting responses to corroborate his claim. As far as input sensory was concerned at least. Unfortunately, the robot's processor is too advanced. None of my methods have managed to gain access to its thought processes.

   With an electronic sigh, I finish closing up the unit's chassis. As I do so, I realize that I've been improving. Statistics show that I've gotten much better at sewing with the fleshlike material of the machine's outer shell. In addition, my cleaning efficiency has also raised considerably, as a mess was always something to be dealt with at the end of every experiment. I feel a small measure of pride as I think about those improvements while finishing up. Before I wheel the vat and table with the security drone into the hidden storage closet Goldie setup for us, I need to attach a note of my own. Problem is, I was not yet certain what to reply. His last communique had had an interesting request this time. That I assist him directly with his next experiment. My immediate response was going to be a no and to stick to the plan. But the plan was his in the first place, so it stands to reason that he be allowed to change it. His note had also mentioned that he wanted to give me the "inside scoop" with this but neglected to elaborate. Perhaps he ran out of space. I admit I'm intrigued though.

[I accept your proposal, and will assist you in your work. This had best be worth it, sir.]