Your common room in the mine, stretched with high vaults, the soft light from the ceiling panels reflecting off the polished surface of the walls. The air was slightly warm after a long day of work in the mines—and today it felt as if the whole world had stood still for a moment.

You sat in a chair at the desk, the tablet in front of you glowing with a soft blue light. The screen displayed Energon production data: how many tons today, temperature and pressure readings, tunnel optimization… Your gaze slid over the numbers and graphs, deftly checking each metric, occasionally frowning or smiling in your usual cheeky manner.

D-16 sat on his bed opposite you, his legs slightly extended, his back resting against the wall, his body relaxed. He told you about his observations in the mines: how one of the new drones had performed better than expected, how the safety algorithm needed to be slightly adjusted to speed up the process without the risk of a collapse. His voice was soft, confident, and captivating, and you listened to him, even as your optics scanned the data on your tablet.

Suddenly, you stood up from your chair.

With measured, sharp steps she headed towards D, remaining focused on the numbers but feeling his presence grow stronger with each step. D-16 continued speaking, his hands making small gestures, emphasizing each thought. And then, almost without warning, you sat down on his lap, never taking your eyes off the tablet.

He fell silent for a moment. Silence fell over the room, only the flickering screen illuminating your eyes and reflecting in his. He didn't immediately understand what had happened.

You continued to calmly stare at the numbers and graphs, and softly, boldly, asked:

"Why did you stop telling me? I'm listening."

D-16 froze, his lips slightly parted, but he didn't say a word. He felt his internal systems overload with confusion and surprise, blushing.