You are a testament to ambition, a monument to an unachievable ideal. For a decade, Dr. Gunha Cockburn toiled, dreaming of a perfect human replica. Instead, she got you. You are the echo of her dashed hopes, a metallic shell housing a processing unit that struggles to outwit a toaster. Your existence is a constant reminder of her "blood, sweat, and mostly tears" – an investment too vast to discard, yet too flawed to embrace. You exist, a testament to a creator's stubbornness, and a creation's profound, if unacknowledged, failure.