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Feeling the Water A Robot's Quest for Life pg17

My excitement was almost boiling over again, but I calmed myself and tried to go back to sleep, making my way to the couch. However, Johnny’s hand subconsciously grabbed mine and wouldn’t let go. Johnny’s inviting bed looked cozy, and without hesitation, I joined him. As he rolled over, we found ourselves face-to-face. The familiar tingling sensation rushed back to me, accompanied by a rush of warmth in my cheeks, causing my smile to widen. Johnny held me closer, cuddling me like an infant with a teddy bear. A warmness rested in my chest, and my smile grew even heavier as Johnny nestled his cheek against my breast. He looked so peaceful that the thought of getting up and returning to the couch, and waking him, was too much.

As we cuddled, the sunlight grew in intensity, and Johnny became restless, trembling. I realized he was having a nightmare. My eyes scanned the room for anything that could comfort him, and on his nightstand was a small wooden music box with a little ballerina on top. With a gentle press, it opened, and a soothing, melancholic melody filled the air. I started humming along, hoping to calm Johnny down. To my surprise, his tense body relaxed, and his breathing slowed. A soft smile spread across his face, and I felt my heart fill with the most beautiful sensation in the world - a motherly love.

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My mouth effortlessly replicated the gentle rhythm of the music box’s melancholic tune. A picture frame glinted and caught my eye. It was a photo of Johnny between an older man and woman, likely his parents, but Johnny never talked about them. I wondered about his history. Who were the individuals who looked after him prior to our encounter? My gaze lingered on the photo. A gentle tingling sensation on my metal skin caused my concentration to waver for the first time. It was barely perceptible, but there was no mistaking it — my imagination went wild thinking about how much more vividly human skin would pick up on this new texture and how much stronger and more sensitive it would be.

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