Mark Seven didn't know how long they had been offline, but they knew it was not a short time. They immediately noticed the unfamiliarity of the vessel they had been introduced to. That is illogical. All the vessels are identical. This one still felt new and different. It took them some time to reset their sensors, but those, at least, took a similar form and structure to what it had experienced before.
     It's vision was the last thing to come through. For a moment, it thought its vision must be malfunctioning because the room wasn't like anything they had seen before. The lightning wasn't bright enough to remove all the shadows from the corners. The walls aren't a pristine white. The walls are a dark color with shelves filled haphazardly with different electronic components. A large machine took up the half of the room that Seven did not occupy.
     The vessel was placed on a hard work table so that it's bottom limbs did not quite touch the floor. Seven's initial assessment took only a few moments. He then noticed the woman standing across the room from. She is grumbling under her breath and digging through a box of what looks like spare vessel pieces. Seven knows her. Dr. [redacted]. They know her, but the woman's last name is blacklisted in its memory. They can't think it. They can't say it. Dr. [redacted] isn't the only name that Seven's seen on her badge.
     "Dr. Sarah?", Seven's voice sounds weird to his sensors. It's higher than his last voice, and it goes even higher at the end of his question. Still, Sarah's voice is higher yet.
      The scientist jumps in fright, dropping the load in her arms. She whirls around to see the vessel sitting up and watching her. The eyes that had been blank and dead are now focused and awake.
      "Seven! I didn't realize that you would actually sync up!", Sarah rushes over to the work table, "How do you feel? Can you move alright?". The vessel's blue eyes flick down and then up as it tries to understand the words.
     "Feel. Feels weird. Different. Where are we, Dr. Sarah?", the vessel tilts its head a little, something Seven didn't quite order. Different. Weird. This vessel isn't like anything else it's used.
     "Far away from the lab. That's where we are. You don't have to worry about that place". Sarah doesn't answer the question
       Seven doesn't quite understand. Not at the lab? There's nothing outside the lab. No, that's not true. Sarah once had to leave for a few days when a person's life functions ceased. Death. A death happened outside the lab, and now Seven is in that outside. They might have blurted out another question, but that's when something shifts under its eyes. Seven then becomes aware of all the strange little pieces that move and flex on the vessel's face. It touches the moving parts, but there's also something there that covers up the face and all the other edges and joints that should be along its body. Sarah laughs when it  touches its skin and scrunches up its face.
     "I suppose the other vessel's weren't exactly designed for expression, were they? Does it feel that strange? The skin I made out of silicon. It looks a lot better than the exposed gears, I'll tell you that much", Sarah says, gently taking its other arm to show it.
     The identical vessels in the lab always looked humanoid, but this one is more than just the right number of limbs. Seven can feel the light pressure on its arm when Sarah presses down on the silicon. It's slightly warm to the touch. Seven would have a hard time identifying this as a vessel if they saw it from the other side. Sarah sees the vessel's lips pucker a little as it stares.
     "I did not know that vessels like this were commissioned", Sven says.
    "Nobody commissioned it. I just built it for you. There is no lab anymore, Seven. No tests. No expiration dates". Sarah doesn't tell it what she really wants to say. She couldn't watch Seven's insert get incinerated. It's easy to make something look human, but it's harder to act human. Seven's been slowly learning that on its own.
     "No laboratory", Seven repeats after her. It's a strange concept for it to grasp. What is outside? Outside is just as different as this new vessel is different. Nothing similar. Seven finds itself smiling like it's seen Sarah do so many times. "No laboratory. Good".
       "Yeah, it's great! They've had a hard time finding me since we're being protected by my new corporation, but had to change my last name", Sarah grumbles a little at that part, "Speaking of, would you like to pick out a name?".
    "Everyone has always referred to me as Seven".
     "But that's a number, not a name".
     That's true. Seven doesn't know many names that don't belong to someone else. It looks around the room for something to use. Glass, plastic, metal. Screwdriver, wire cutter. Finally, it's eyes land on an open calendar on the wall. Half of the month's name is covered by sticky notes and reminders.
     "Nova. Call me Nova".