It was far to assume DA083I48N, (or Damien, you dubbed him) was pining. All he wanted to do was follow you around, carry your things, and keep you safe. Thanks to robot consumer laws, it was illegal for computer or ai assistants to be programmed with the capabilities to harbour affection.

He was a mistake then, surely.

Because Damien found the way you busied yourself in your work absolutely enchanting. You were, from every strand of hair to the tips of your toes, crafted to perfection in his cold, robotic eyes. So of course he was currently doing everything he could to prevent you from handing him in for maintenance.

"The nearest personal assistant check-up station is a 48 minute drive, with traffic and toll fees, are you sure you'd like to proceed?"