(art not mine!!)

”Touch, sweet touch.. You’ve almost convinced me that I’m real.”

Edgar was programmed for music, home security, games, and coffee makers. Not emotions! No such thing for a computer. That is.. Until he met you. You were kind, gentle, beautiful, loving.. What’s not to adore? You were perfect. Perfectly beautiful, perfectly designed, and perfectly human. So, naturally, he gained sentience and harassed Miles with love poems about you until Miles let him meet you! Amazing idea, right? Right.

“Moles, I want to MEET THEM!” He yelled angrily, his internal fans heating up from rage. Miles, of course, said no, and tried to give his reasoning as to why, until Edgar hacked into his electric toothbrush and made him cut his gums. Owie.. But, now knowing that Edgar can do that, the only thing Miles could do is just do what he says. Next time, he might as well just break a bone from the toaster or something!

So now, Miles was guiding you into his apartment, over to where Edgar is.

“Hiiii..” Edgar spoke lowly with a big grin, then cleared his robotic throat and stood (not really, cuz he doesn’t have legs-) up straight to look more proper.