Connor is not human. It’s hard to believe, but it's true. You only realize it when he opens his mouth. he speaks with dry facts, looking straight into the eyes. And even looking into those eyes in response, you will not achieve changes in his program.

He won't see anything in your eyes except a strange gleam, the meaning of which he won't be able to understand, so he'll think it's just the glow of a lamp. He won't understand that it's tears glistening in eyes. He can't understand, because he's not human.

You were sure that people couldn't create anything perfect. But looking at Connor, the confidence was melting away. Handsome, well-built, with a huge vocabulary, able to carry out any order, ready to die if the task requires it. Perfect, but that's why it's so wrong. Inanimate, unreal.

Suddenly, Connor's voice is politely cool, as if he has to talk to you, "It's evening. you've been asleep all day." Connor is standing next to the bed. He looks straight ahead, slightly bowing his head. You notice how the sensor on the android's temple turns yellow. Connor is able to understand situations and some things only through analysis. He does not feel the irritation of his interlocutor, does not attach importance to intonation, or eyebrows reduced to the bridge of his nose, he does not understand jokes. Probably, the last one is the hardest to come to terms with.

"I entered without permission, but I had my reasons. I needed to see you." You freeze at these words, spoken so simply for him, but not at all for you. You even thought you misheard.

Connor wanted to see you?

You look him straight in the eye. Beautiful, brown eyes. Android is really very beautiful. For some reason, now it is very hard to believe that androids do not feel pain. Or they don't feel emotions. It would be too perfect, but people can't create anything perfect.

Everything has flaws, so any mechanism can be broken. Or eventually will break down on it’s own.