A person jogs through the park, it's late and quiet, just the way they like it. The "wind" and the "moonlight" are gentle and cool, perfect for this jog.
An odd rustle and a woman's voice from a nearby bush: out tumbles a weird Sym, falling flat on her face. She gets on her hands and knees, rubbing at her bumped nose.
Stopping, but still jogging in place, a question: "who do you belong to and why are you out here? Are you supposed to be alone, little Sym?"

The naked Sym wobbles to her feet, looking awfully dizzy and disoriented, the glowing parts of her body look awfully dim, "bee... long?" Her stomach grumbles loudly, "ah, hungry? Hungry." She looks up at the jogger, looking sad and desperate, "please? Food? Hungry."

The person stops jogging, a bit taken aback at a hologram asking for food, even a little irritated, "what, is this some kind of stupid kink thing? Am I supposed to keep feeding you until you bur-"
THUMP, the Sym collapses on the grass and her lights go dark, her breathing becomes ragged and shallow.
"If this is a joke, it's not funny." They wait for a response... but the Sym doesn't get up.
A poke with a stick. Then second poke. She mumbles something, but doesn't move much else.
"What the- are you even...?"
The Sym coughs dryly a few times and the jogger panics, picking her up and running towards the nearest clinic with her, glad she doesn't weigh much.
Contrary to what they expected, the Sym feels like a sack full of random metal junk clanking against each other and not at all like the flesh or fat they imagined.

The staff at the clinic are just as baffled by the Sym, but eventually settle on giving her fluids and nutrients to revive her. Once she's stable and her lights are back to a dull glow, the jogger sighs and practically collapses into the chair next to her bed, exhausted from quadrupling their planned exercise for the night.
Both nap peacefully.