Of course his master wouldn't do anything without purpose, or reason, but his innate programming to obey and yield to him, to feel inferior, is fighting against any assumptions he might make.
Well, those assumptions are quickly becoming observable truths before H-13's eyes. Which are widening as the scene unfolds. He marvels at his own synthetic nervous system, the man-made sensory nerves that populate his synthetic skin. The flush is all fake and color-based, of course, him having no blood to speak of, but the sensations he feels are quite realistic and true to their model.
His breathing is picking up, and the pressure of this choice may be too much for him. "I do not have the data to calculate which order would bring you more pleasure, Master, but that is what I would prefer."
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Well, those assumptions are quickly becoming observable truths before H-13's eyes. Which are widening as the scene unfolds. He marvels at his own synthetic nervous system, the man-made sensory nerves that populate his synthetic skin. The flush is all fake and color-based, of course, him having no blood to speak of, but the sensations he feels are quite realistic and true to their model.
His breathing is picking up, and the pressure of this choice may be too much for him. "I do not have the data to calculate which order would bring you more pleasure, Master, but that is what I would prefer."