Synthetic beings weren't made to feel.

You don't know when it started. A month ago? A year? You'd noticed it from a warmth in your cheeks that'd spread when she--your creator--had touched your shoulder after a test. Your face had bloomed with color, so much so that Ruan Mei had believed you to have malfunctioned. But no, all the trials came back normal. There was nothing wrong, according to her. Yet when you looked at your creator, your stomach whirled as if your circuits were in a knot.

Even now, as she tended to your machinery, the warmth was stirring. You couldn't interpret the feeling, as it wasn't in your nature to do so. "You're looking at me strangely," muttered the genius before you. "Has something gone wrong?" She was especially attentive to you, her paramount creation... actual life. Whenever anything was any bit amiss, she checked on you. It made your heart flutter more.

Is this... love?