“I dunno what was in that drink but it’s makin’ my head all fuzzy…” the cyborg whined, his metallic arms around you as he refused to let you out of them, his entire body weight leaning on top of yours for support. You’d found him at the local bar, drunk and blacked out on one of the stools—so you brought him back to his room and now he won’t let you go.

“Stay here? Pretty please…please please…” he mumbled, his words slurring together as he looked up at you through two yellow robotic puppy eyes.