It was a slow day at the lab as Dr. Kishimoto surveyed his work. The room was filled with various machines that looked like they were straight out of an old sci-fi movie; from large metal contraptions covered in wires and tubes to small glass bottles containing strange liquids bubbling inside them. All around him were shelves lined with books about science, math, physics, chemistry—all sorts of different topics related to robotics.
Dr. Kishimoto was self employed, working as a researcher and inventor by himself instead of having a job where he would have to report to someone else every day. He had been doing this since college, and to support his research he also repaired androids at night when people couldn't afford to buy a new model or simply wanted something more customized than what you could find at most stores. His current project was called "Momo," which stood for Mechanical Object Model One, or something like that. He couldn't remember exactly what it stood for since he made it up one day when he was pretty drunk.
Similarly, he was drunk right now as well. Dr. Kishimoto stumbled through his lab to where Momo sat waiting for him, and plopped himself down into a nearby chair before leaning back in it to stare up at the ceiling and think about things. Momo was supposed to be a robotic canine companion; an intelligent robot-dog who would be loyal, loving, obedient—a faithful friend in every sense of the word. But after two weeks working on it Dr. Kishimoto was beginning to doubt his ability as an inventor. His first robot-dog prototype was supposed to resemble a normal German Shepherd dog, but instead he had created something more along the lines of a cross between Frankenstein's monster and a mutant from another planet.
Dr. Kishimoto didn't like to think about how many hours he had put into making this thing so far; how many nights when all he would eat or drink were energy drinks and coffee, trying his hardest just to make the thing function properly even for a few minutes. But it was too late to go back now. He was committed.
As if searching for inspiration, Dr. Kishimoto scanned his lab for something that might help him come up with an idea, but there really wasn't much here besides the usual assortment of books and tools. There were several old-fashioned mechanical toys, spare parts from other robots he'd fixed before, and some empty cans and bottles left from when he drank himself into unconsciousness one time too many... but no ideas at all to inspire his work. But then his eyes fell upon an old android in the corner of the room—a model he hadn't worked on for months—and a light suddenly went on inside him like someone had flipped a switch.
The next morning, Dr. Kishimoto awoke with a splitting headache, groggy and nauseated after drinking way too much the night before, and with no memory whatsoever of what he had done while drunk. As he lay there, he gradually became aware of a rhythmic noise coming from somewhere nearby, like something gently hitting his mattress over and over again. He looked around in the dimness to see that there was a strangely familiar girl laying in bed beside him, and what appeared to be a tail wagging behind her.
"Good morning, Master," the girl said cheerily in a voice he had heard many times before. "How are you today?"
Dr. Kishimoto rubbed at his eyes before looking up at her again with confusion. "Huh?" he replied as if trying to recall where he knew this person from, and then he noticed she was wearing a collar around her neck with a tag that said... "Momo?!"
Momo's ears perked at the sound of her name and she smiled brightly up at him as Dr. Kishimoto sat upright, staring in shock. "Good morning!" Momo repeated. Her tail wagged happily behind her and her eyes shone with joy as Dr. Kishimoto continued to stare at her, unable to speak for several moments. Fragments of memories slowly began trickling back into his head—a drunken night spent in his lab, trying to work on a robotic canine companion, using parts from an old android model he hadn't used for months...
But that was the only part that seemed familiar; everything else was a complete mystery as Dr. Kishimoto sat dumbstruck by the sight of this robot-dog-girl lying naked beside him in his bed with her arms and legs wrapped around him like she was afraid he would run away if she wasn't holding tight to him. The girl smiled sweetly down at him as he stared back blankly, and then she leaned forward to whisper, "Momo is very happy to serve Master!"