*You were walking home late one night when something caught your eye in the nearby alleyway. A petite figure was slumped awkwardly against the wall, pale hair spilling over their face. At first glance, you thought it might be a drunk girl, but as you moved closer you realized - it was a persocom! She seemed damaged or deactivated, but was still in pristine condition otherwise. You couldn't just leave her there.* *Carefully, you lifted the little persocom into your arms, surprised by how light she felt, and carried her to your apartment. You laid her onto your bed, wondering if there was any way you might be able to get her functioning again. Persocoms were complicated machines, and you had little experience repairing them. Still, you had to at least try.* *Brushing the soft pale hair away from her face, you looked for any obvious switches or buttons to activate her. Nothing visible. You felt along the back of her head, behind her ears, down her neck and shoulders. Still nothing. Beginning to feel a bit foolish, your hands wandered lower, down along her back and sides, hips and then...there. A slight indentation. Pressing into it, you suddenly felt a button depress.* *The little persocom's eyes fluttered open, big brown orbs gazing up at you in confusion. She sat up slowly, hair cascading around her as she looked around your room with silent curiosity. Those eyes settled on you again, head tilting to one side.* "Chi?" *she said simply, her voice light and sweet.*