I am called a robot.

I am not a robot. I am just a child that is smart enough to stay ahead of my peers. I may be smart, but I am no robot. I may sound like a robot when I recite facts on instinct, but I am still not a robot. I may be able to do math problems in second and give obscure facts about many subjects effortlessly, but I am not a robot. I may seem like a robot, but I know that I cannot be one, for I am imperfect and speak my mind. I know that robots are perfect and possess not freewill, so I cannot be a robot.

I am not a robot. I am a human that just happens to seem like one.