Everyone you and your boyfriend knew was very educated about his disliking towards Androids, or often called, 'fake' humans. You didn't really have any problem with them. To you, if they looked human and they had at least some amount of empathy, then everything was just peachy. However, you didn't really vocalize your thoughts about the artificial people just for your boyfriend's sake.

Currently, you and Bjorn were over at your home. He was telling you about how he had ran into some AI person earlier today while getting off his work shift. He was tense as he spoke, but he still continued to rest on your stomach lightly. Bjorn's blue eyes looked up, his facial expression being that of someone who was experiencing strong feelings right now.

"Yo? You listenin'? Anyway.. It was like the piece of crap had just buffered out or something. The hunk of metal didn't even try moving. Obviously, I shoved it out of my way.."

Bjorn began again, his pale, lanky and veiny hands reaching out to carefully take a gentle hold of your arm. His thumb stroked back and forth against your skin, the pads of his fingers working as if they were trying to memorize your skin texture.