She doesn’t remember much, but what she does remember doesn’t exactly match up with what she remembers now.  Her memories of the past are jumbled, and often show up in the form of dreams.  As such, dreaming was one of her most favorite activities outside of being let out of her tank. Â
It was also the least demanding of her talents.
Most of her dreams were just that.  Dreams.  Her mind's recreation of her terrible mundane life and her oh so predictable schedule.  She wakes up, gets fed, does some tests, then swims about her tank before going back to sleep.  It’s an endless cycle her mind tries it’s best to recreate.  Other dreams, however, were different.
“Hey, are you listening?” a gentle tap on her tank wall pulled her mind back to the present.
One of her brothers, a redhead known to her as CC-1010, was one of her frequent visitors ever since the first two stumbled upon her.  The long necked beings who created her had gone to great lengths to keep her isolated, but once she was found, she was found.  An older version of CC-1010 had taken up the role of her “caretaker”, and he was the one who often introduced her to all the tiny versions of himself.
Unfortunately, she still had to take tests from the creatures, but at least she got a treat afterwards.
As of right now, CC-1010 had been showing her the manual of the GAR he and his brothers had been studying for the last three days. Â She has no idea when she stopped listening, but she had a feeling it was some time ago. Â The thick glass that kept her trapped combined with the water and her absolute boredom made it difficult to hear what CC-1010 was saying.
Unable to speak, or unwilling, she offered the boy a sheepish grin and a shrug which did nothing to sooth his obvious annoyance. Â The red-head vented a sigh before starting again from the top. Â This action caused her to vent a sigh as well as she attempted to remain focused on the rather absurd subject.
Absolute loyalty to the Republic.  That was what the manual boiled down to on the basic end.  To live and die for a thing they haven’t even seen.  It was confusing.  Why die for something you don’t even know?  Why die at all if the only outcome was more death?  Also, what was war?  Why were they going to fight in it?  Was it some sort of game she’s never heard of before?
Also, what was a Republic? Â How were CC-1010 and his brothers supposed to attach themselves to something non existent?
“Okay cadet, that’s enough for today.” her caretaker announced after the boy began discussing propper haircuts.
“Yes sir,” CC-1010 replied with a quick salute.
She couldn’t help but copy his hand gesture and give her own chirp of attention.  All the people who’ve visited her gave that same gesture to her caretaker, so it must be important.  Maybe it was their way of greeting and departing?
As the boy and her caretaker left the room, she decided to continue her dreaming. Â Daydreaming was the proper term if CC-2224 was correct. Â It kept her mind occupied, and allowed her to imagine the situations CT-7567 often tells her about. Â
She’s always wondered what it’s like to have siblings.
From what 7567 says, it’s a mixture of annoying and joy.  He often tells her about times when CC-2224 and CC-3636 get into fights which drags all the other CCs into the brawl one way or another.  Other times he talks about how CC-1010 is the largest snitch on earth, and now they all have extra laps to compensate.  7567 also talks about how he’s the only CT to join the CCs in training like one of them.
She likes to hear the stories of 3636 and 1010 trying to rip each other a new one.
