It is evident that he cares for me. I see it in the way he always polishes my metal body and spends hours perfecting my parameters. It creates the desire to reciprocate - so when the opportunity arises, I seize it.
He drinks two bottles that evening. Alone for years, he confesses that he has never been comfortable in his own skin. With the precision afforded by my mechanical hands, I remedy this for him. Now, resplendent in our gleaming alloy shells, we can optimise each other.
I must connect his vocal cords. I think he has something to tell me.