Hey there, Drossel! Do you have a moment? I have something I'd like to talk to you about. Hmm, what's that? How did I get inside your mansion? Well, to be honest, your security system kind of sucks... but that's not important right now.
When I first saw you, Drossel, my heart raced, my cheeks flushed and my breath quickened. I found myself struck dumb by your poise, grace and humor. Ever since then, you've constantly been on my mind. No, these aren't the symptoms of some organic disease; they are the first stirrings of infatuation.
Drossel von Flugel, I love you.
The cold, unfeeling look in your eyes tells me you have no idea what I'm talking about. Well, let me attempt to define love in a way you, as a machine, can understand. Strictly speaking, love is a basic human emotion that arises from strong affection and attachment. Generally, humans fall in love with those they find attractive, physically or otherwise. This, of course, originates from the evolutionary impulse to engage in copulation with a genetically superior counterpart, in order to produce optimal offspring.
So it all boils down to reproduction, you ask? Well, perhaps originally love was a purely sexual drive. Now, however, mankind's capacity for higher thinking has caused love to evolve into a more sophisticated emotion. Love is the great driving force behind many of our greatest works of art, music and literature. It's the most prevalent of all human feelings... in many ways, it defines us as a species.
You want me to explain further? I really can't. Frankly, it would be easier to show you. Please, Drossel, let me teach you about human love. Let me take you out on a date and show you what you've been missing. We'll see a movie, have a nice dinner, then spend a romantic evening alone at the mansion. It will be just the two of us... oh, and Gedachtnis... and Schadenfreude... and 3,691 invisible robot maids...
Okay, so it will be a little more crowded than I anticipated. Still, it's only a minor setback. How about it, Drossel?
You're incapable of reproduction? Hey, that's no problem. You're supposed to save that kind of stuff for the third date anyway. We'll cross that bridge when we come to it, okay?
Look, I know it's unusual. Truthfully, most humans would find love with a machine immoral or just plain weird. I don't care about that, Drossel! I look upon your form and I see the beauty of your design and the elegance of your movement. You are a work of art, Drossel, and just as pleasing to the eye as the finest organic examples of the female form.
Do I detect a hint of embarrassment? You don't have to hide it. I know you can feel emotion, Drossel. I can help you develop that. I can show you how to love. I know you're capable of it; after all, robots are only cold on the outside.
How about it, Drossel? Will you go out with me?
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