Private Finished What Even is a "Person"

The library, aside from its purpose as an archive of knowledge, served as a refuge for those who didn't quite connect with a lot of people. It was quiet most of the time, and the atmosphere made for an easy, distraction-free haven. But a few weeks ago, it was a site for exchanges. Gifts, cards, roses, chocolates, she'd seen people give them away. When asked about it, her mother told her that it was a tradition among people on that specific day. One question lead to another, but the answers were something she understood but couldn't comprehend. This was something beyond definition, something she, at least for the moment, couldn't fully grasp. Perhaps it was something that needed to be experienced? Whatever the case may have been, Belladonna went to the library to get to get some insights on emotions and feelings. She thought she knew what these were, but now she wasn't so sure. Perhaps she had to start at psychology. She picked out a few books at random on the subject, piling them up on one arm like the books weighed no more than a feather. There was one that caught her eye that made her think for a moment. From the cover alone, she could tell that it was one of the thesis of someone who had probably already graduated from the school. It was an analysis of the movie I, Robot. This was definitely not in the right section, however, the name of the movie inspired a little curiosity as she could remember watching it in one of the mansion's disks. Perhaps... this insight could be useful?

"Mh?" Belladonna turned to see another person, one that looked like a piece of the night sky with illuminated clouds. She thought for a moment on her inquiry as she added the thesis on top of her pile. "I think I picked a book with that," she'd say, turning her pile so she could read the spines. "Here's one," she quietly said, kneeling down to put the pile on the floor. She carefully picked out the book and offered it to the other person. "Are you... learning about people too?"

"I see. I didn't think to take those classes. My mother taught me everything about manners, how to talk to people and how to be polite about it, including how to act around others. But, there are still some things I don't have a deep understanding about." She took out a book from the pile and showed the starry person the cover, which showed that it was a book about emotions. "I know the meanings, I can tell what people are feeling if they don't actively try to hide it. Like when someone smiles and the corners of their eyes turn up as well, then you know its genuine. I can pick up those motions, however I'm only acting on what I see. It doesn't seem genuine." She looked to the other person and asked, "Do you have that problem too?"

Belladonna nodded. "I understand," she said, putting the book back into her pile. "I'm not a person in the way the people on this island are neither. I'm not made of flesh, unlike my mother. I wasn't made from magic, like a few of the students here. And although there are others like me, they aren't familiar at all." She gazed up at this other person. "That is why I'm trying to learn more. Because I see vastly different people together, and I find myself needing to do the same."

Belladonna looked around, seeming a little cautious when she was asked what she was. When she saw no one else, she said, "I am made of metal, plastic, wires, circuits and synthetic skin. She looked at the space person with a burning question on her mind, but chose to postpone it so they could introduce themselves first. "Oh, since we've been talking at length, I should give you my name. I am Belladonna Evita. It is a pleasure to meet you."