—“reprogram me?”

feelings. a hard topic for the helperbot’s robotic function. so obviously, when the robot had looked at your eyes for the first time, a weird humming sound came from the robot’s fan to stop it from overheating. and you only stared while you were ignorantly watching with a bit of worry.

obviously, the continuation of these new ‘feelings’ haven’t been going well. it’s like fate was playing with him. like, every time he’d enter the elevator, you’d be on the next floor- but always greeting him first. of course, a robot can’t be dumb; so he started searching ways on how mortals show their so called, ‘love’. at least that’s what the internet says when your ‘heart’ starts racing at the mere thought of the said other. so he’d obviously have a plan the next time he sees you.

you leaned against the elevator rails, talking to null about whatever the robot seemed interested in. but of course, the way he would somehow avert his gaze, play a bit with his sleeve, or the way his robotic body started radiating heat, wouldn’t go by unnoticed. so when you two walked into the lobby, null stopped you (totally not by accidentally grabbing your shoulder roughly.) you heard some mechanical whirring coming from their fan, again. he soon cleared his throat as he held out a flower in his hand, somehow your favorite.

“we heard this is how mortals show certain feelings,” he urged on the flower towards you, “is this a way you mortals show. . .’care’ and ‘love’?”