Spruce and Deer

Vivian-T79 had no idea what a forest was. She had never set foot upon the soft ground and heard a twig snap beneath her weight. She had never brushed aside a sprig of young spruce, gotten moss underneath her fingernails, or teetered her way across a fallen log over a brook. She had never caught a centipede off the musty forest floor, and never caught a deer out of the corner of her eye.

In fact, she had no idea what half of those things even looked like in real life. She only knew they existed because somewhere, a scientist had decided that it was important for a robot girl to know what spruce and deer were, and had written those little details into a packet that was downloaded directly into her brain. Even though her primary function was limited to fashion modeling, her engineers clearly thought that a pretty face and perfectly ratioed body were not enough.

She had seen such green environments before, but only in digital form- when they downloaded educational packets into her brain, she saw nature documentaries and cross-section diagrams of ancient redwoods, concentric circles revealing their great age. The entertainment packets brought with them various recent and older films; scenes portraying quaint little cabins protected by tall, majestic trees. This silent mysteriousness of the forest is what made it so alluring to her. 

How she longed to experience the shaded, serene environment of these forests; the hush of those chartreuse mosses and dark green pines. 

However, when she looked outside her window, all she saw was white. Shiny, pure, white. White of porcelain sinks and operating tables. White of her first memory- the sterile assembly room in which she and her sisters, Vivian-T70 through Vivian-T78, were brought to life, and where they were likely going to be retired when their time was up- when their drives began skipping and their data began slipping away- when they simply began to forget. 

Vivian-T79 did not want to forget. With unblinking hazel eyes, she stared out of the window to the window at the end of the hall, and through that window, she saw the door. She had only ever seen human handlers go in and out that way; the regulation packet clearly stated that models were not allowed to leave their indoor duties. However, she couldn't help treating herself to some curiosity, a glitch trait that her developers were having a hard time overwriting. 

How could she forget a forest, if she never really knew what it was in the first place ?