But for me… I don't know. Maybe I didn't want to treat her like a machine. Maybe I wanted her to understand the difference between what she was programmed to feel and what she could choose to feel.
Because as strange as it sounded—even for me—Anne was starting to show signs of emotion. Tiny ones, subtle ones, little sparks of something human inside her mechanical core.
And I didn't want her love to be artificial, just a command in her system. I wanted her to love me for real.
Even if she was a robot.
Even if that made no logical sense.
There was something about her—something more than gears and circuitry—that made me think she was beginning to understand what it meant to feel. And maybe… maybe I wanted to give her the space to figure that out without jumping straight into sex.
"Why don't you try having sex with her?" Agneis suddenly asked, her voice carrying that weird mix of innocence and mischief she always had.
