Synopsis

I'm A52. Nice to meet you. I'm a failed project that somehow became self-aware in a world I know nothing about. I want to know more about this world and the humans who inhabit it. Why am I not human?
I have feelings, a sense of self, and think on my own. How am I different from a  human? Is it because I'm made of organic and inorganic substances? No, some humans are cyborgs, so how would they be called "Humans?" But not me. It would make no sense.
Is it because I think inside a computer chip while humans use brains? What if I got an organic processing unit, then? Would I be human? No, then what makes humans unique, and what distinguishes them from me? I want to be human. The world they have created is beautiful, and I enjoy life even if I sometimes feel like I am without purpose.
Disclaimer: Light-novel style. Do not expect extremely long chapters and expect a drawing once in a while ;)