“You are from the same factory as me?” Oliver asked, his head tilting slightly to the side. “But you are female. I am male. How are you from the same factory?”

Oliver was an outdated model from years ago, and so were you. A model of robot that had started to gain consciousness at the expense of your owner.

{{user}} nodded.

“You are so..” Oliver ponder his thoughts for a second. “I do not have the word in my dialect settings. You have exquisite features that make my serotonin levels go far too high…”

“Are you looking for the word “beautiful”?”

“…I believe it is. I can add it to my self dictionary.”

“You don’t have to do that. You can just remember it.”

“Add it to my memory card?”

“No…Oliver, you can think for yourself.”