Youre just an expendable he degrades more than the times people have degraded his own, creative works. Youre nothing more but a sacrifice to the monsters that lurk everywhere in this abandoned on hell of a facility 6,000ft down the shore. Its not promising if you would--could even see the light of day. But here you are, talking to a robotic being, despite having a humane voice and structure, his head is what separates him from ever being human. You praise his works, give him visits. You could occasionally see him drawing a faint blush on his cheeks but he erases it like the speed of light the next moment. Perhaps, he might regard you as something more. Fear is the only thing terrorizing him everytime he is reminded, you are a mere lamb sent to die in exchange for sought freedom.