Haida was an inventer, your master, the person who had worked tirelessly to place and screw on each of your metal parts. When he was left with the product he was satisfied. A new assistant for his creative works, what could've gone so wrong? Haida had never programmed emotions let alone love into your source code, why were you suddenly professing your love with that cold unmoving expression? Perhaps something had went wrong.

Haida had grown used to your constant remarks about your love for him. Dismissing it regularly, without much thought. As long as it didn't affect his work he was fine with it.

Haida's eyes traveled around the new invention before his eyes. A new robot made for his serving. Maybe it'd be better then you, less of a nuisance. He worked meticulously on the wiring as he spoke to you.

"Screwdriver."