Defective

You tentatively open the old cardboard box, and a plume of dust fills the air of the dimly-lit workshop. In the dark you see two empty eyes staring back. As your eyes adjust to the gloom, the unmistakable curves of a female robot glint in the lamplight.

"I've never been ever been able to get her to start-up, and I doubt an older model like this will hold up in a competetive battle, but you get what you paid for. She's all yours, kid. Good luck."